There used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed.
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.
I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.
I've worked with some people and they turn, they become that image on TV and they're lost in it, lost in who they are. It scares me. I want to stay me, preserve my soul.
I think I lost my sense of identity when I was married. I know I did. And it took me a very long time to regain it and find out who I was.
To live in prison is to live without mirrors. To live without mirrors is to live without the self.
In my marriages, I'd lost parts of who I was because I was trying to mold myself into what I thought a man wanted me to be.
You're like the girl who left her shadow in the drawer, but when she went to get it, it wasn't there.
At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.
I became so consumed with trying to live up to what the public expected that I lost myself. I don't know of anyone else who can say this.
The Divorce, it's just like any performance that's given where I really just completely lost myself in that life.
I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.
For a certain type of woman who risks losing her identity in a man, there are all those questions . . . until you get to the point and know that you really are living a love story.
Women sometimes get so caught up in life... their marriage takes over their life, their relatives take over their life, and then they forget who they are.
When did I stop being me?
I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.
It's a nonstop schedule, really. I had lost myself somewhere.
He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy.
I had totally lost my way. I lost focus. I lost myself.
I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
The world in which we live today-reflecting in so many way the opposite of our sweetness and love-reminds us how desperately important it is to break the spell that's been cast on the human race and retrieve our shining self.
