Quotes of: Myself Keyword

Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

New Moon

How are you still sane?" "Who says I am? I only stopped asking myself the escape question when the walls started to answer me." Shit.

Neverfall

Everything dictated silence and self-control but I couldn't restrain myself and spoke my mind.

Operation Shylock: A Confession

A drink centers me but I usually make myself wait until at least 9:00 PM for that. Or 8:00 PM. Whichever comes first.

Letters to Emma Bowlcut

I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.

Lucky

I find myself pausing to admire her face. For a brief moment, I'm lost to my surroundings.

Legend

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

Leaves of Grass

So we baked and sweated together. I like punching the dough. I told myself it was the moon and punched it senseless.

Life As We Knew It

I can take care of myself,” I said hotly. “Darlin, you don't even know how to pleasure yourself.

Locked and Loaded

And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy

Lolita

When I made the drawing of the baobabs I was carried beyond myself by the inspiring force of urgent necessity.

The Little Prince

...I like stories very much,” the priest said. “They help me understand myself better.

Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories

If I win her I’ll lose myself, but I’ll have gained more than I’ve lost. This is love.


Love quotes for the ages. And the ageless sages.

I don't like favors; they oppress and make me fell like a slave. I'd rather do everything for myself, and be perfectly independent.

Little Women

The more I learn about myself, the more I understand you.

Mentor Me: GA=T+E—A Formula to Fulfill Your Greatest Achievement

Life would move on with or without me, and I didn’t need to change myself in order to be beautiful, or happy, or worthly of love. I already was.

Me, Cinderella?

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!

Song of Myself

Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?

Simply Magic

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate to them

Song of Myself

Now, my novel begins. No, now I begin my novel—and yet I cannot decide whether to call myself I or she.

Sleepless Nights

I had once repeated the experiment to reassure myself that this was so, and it was. Ashes to ashes; starch to sugar. A little window into the Creation

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie