One of the things you hear about when studying the nature of fanaticism is that a lot of the time, people don't start as fanatics. They shift and evolve into that state. That's a process, a systematic process of losing your identity and sense of self.
The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.
When I’m behind a camera I forget I exist.
Romantic love is an obsession. It possesses you. You lose your sense of self. You can’t stop thinking about another human being.
If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless.
I was not I, I was nothing - and that seemed to me quite marvelous.
The only person I knew how to be with now was myself - but I wasn´t really anyone, and I wasn´t really alive. I was just someone who pretended to be alive, a dead mean who spent his days translating a dead man´s book.
Would you rather die, or be unwound?
The 'Burials' title really speaks to all the different levels that are on the record. It speaks to silence and panic and anxiety and loss of self and isolation and those different levels of hiding.
The desire to belong is partly a desire to lose oneself.
In my relationship, I was giving myself away to make the relationship better, but in actuality, wasn't doing better by doing that. I became less of a man.
I was very into tribal techno and used to go and really lose myself in great dance music.
I feel myself becoming less a person than a place, inhabited, a foreign land.
Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house.
I don't care whether it was once sacred or not, I HATE WHAT I DO. It's destroying my soul, making me lose touch with myself, teaching me that pain is a reward, that money buys everything and justifies everything.
I am feeling fine. I remember these words and recite them. These are the things you say when asked how you are. After all, it would be odd to say: I'm not feeling. Or, more to the point: I'm not, I have ceased to be. Where am I?
She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.
Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him.
We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
You lose yourself when you first become a mum. It's easy to let yourself go.
Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--your old self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart
Good horror is about so much more than slashing: it's a way of examining grief and loss of self.
I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am.
On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again
