Top 66 Who Am I Quotes

I always describe Facebook and Twitter to some extent as ‘them time’: it’s time about the world and what’s outside of you. Pinterest, for a lot of users, is ‘me time.’ What do I want my future to be? Who am I? What are the things I want to do?

Everything when you’re a teenager is a projection. Or at least, for me, it was. ‘Who am I gonna be?’

Obama is for same-sex marriage. If the president is saying that, then who am I to go the other way?

At least when you’re acting you can be someone. In front of the camera you have to be yourself. And who am I?

Without God, who am I? Nobody.

I think the question is who am I? That’s what we all should be asking ourselves. Who am I? Well, if I am first a Christian conservative then that dictates my response to all questions so my response first as a Christian conservative is to vote consistent with my value system.

There are a lot worse things you can do with all your bucks than giving them to even a mediocre mutual fund – such as, for example, giving them to a mediocre hedge fund. If supporting the lifestyle of a mediocre fund manager is your favorite charity, who am I to stop you?

I think you will find that a lot of young African-Americans are really searching for, ‘Who am I?’ and ‘Where did I come from?’ and ‘What is my past?’

We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be?

Who am I to sit here and say I’m going to change the face of music?

I always felt culturally adrift as a child because I’m mixed race. I’ve had to deal with that since I was little. Who am I? What makeup do I have? What are the black and the white?

There’s something safe about playing a character, but then it’s like, ‘Who am I underneath it all?’

If someone comes up to me and asks for an autograph or picture, who am I to say no?

Every guy has his own style and his own way of sharing his feelings and love for a woman. Who am I to judge whether it’s right or wrong?

I went through it in high school. It’s like, ‘Who am I? Am I good enough? Is my background good enough? I know I’m different, but do I have a voice?’

One night I went over to get some dope from some Hollywood tough guy. After I left, my son Scott, who was only fifteen, went over with a baseball bat to kill him. I was laughing out of one eye and crying out of the other. I thought, Who am I kidding?

There’s an identity thing that goes on where you spend so much time caring for your child that, after a year or so, you have to shake it off and go, ‘Who am I?’

I had the good fortune of speaking with Orson Wells many decades ago and he said ‘Success is primarily luck anyway.’ And I have been very lucky. Of course, Orson Wells was enormously talented and brilliant – so who am I to argue with him!

For me, the audition process always starts with a few questions: Who am I? What am I trying to get across? Why am I trying to get that across? Where am I emotionally? It’s a lot to do with my foundation, and I go from there.

I was anxious to get back to my life before ‘Will & Grace.’ You do need that time to find who you are again. Who am I without this? With fame, you can’t help but lose yourself. You want to be the one who says, ‘I’ll always remain the same,’ but it is humanly impossible to disallow fame to change you.

I have two children who died before reaching 30, so who am I to complain about being alive?

There are so many things to think about when you make an album. Like, who am I trying to impress? Am I going to get respect, critical acclaim? Or am I going to sell lots of records?

Young children seem to be learning who to share this toy with and figure out how it works, while adolescents seem to be exploring some very deep and profound questions: ‘How should this society work? How should relationships among people work?’ The exploration is: ‘Who am I, what am I doing?’

I’m not a sexist. I believe if a man can to go work all his life, a woman can. Who am I to say, ‘Don’t do that because you’re a girl?’

Identity is part of drama to me. Who am I, why am I behaving this way, and am I aware of it?

All my life, I have taken inventory at intervals. For example, when I became a movie actor and suddenly I had to deal with fame, money and playing so many roles, I lost myself. I said, ‘Who am I?’ And I wrote my first book to deal with that, ‘The Ragman’s Son.’

Who am I – Canada’s Rodney Dangerfield? I get no respect.

I mean, some of the shots I take now I wouldn’t have dreamed of taking when I first put on a Heat uniform. I would’ve been like, ‘Who am I to take that shot?’ Some undrafted guy who averaged nine points a game his senior year in college.

I don’t have a problem with Hulk Hogan. People say things and do things, and who am I to judge?

Suddenly the whole imagination of writing and editorial and newspaper and all these presumptions about who am I reading this, and who else other people may be, and all that, it’s so grimly brutal!

I had to figure out at 61 years of age: ‘Holy moly! Who am I?’

But if people will laugh at my work and keep a sound roof over my head, who am I to complain?

Without a musket to raise, a barricade to storm, a flag to wave, the question hit me in the face like the cold air: ‘Who am I?’

In a sense, I am achieving what I set out to do – to devote myself to Stephen, to give him the chance of fulfilling his genius. But what have I become in the process? Who am I? What is there left of me? I am beginning to doubt my own identity.

A lot of girls in L.A. just stand in the corner wondering ‘Who’s gonna talk to me? Who am I gonna diss?’

Oh, who am I trying to kid? It’s a madhouse. The minute those cameras go off, things just explode, everyone is just at each other in one way or another, in closets or cat fights here and there. It’s nuts. You know, I can’t be a part of it.

Who am I to say anybody can’t do what they want to do and create their own destiny if they believe in something?

People have always asked me, ‘Haven’t you wanted to sell out?’, and it’s like, who am I going to sell to?

When girls are asking themselves ‘Who am I?’ for the first time and they hear all this bad PR about math, they think, ‘Well, whoever I am, I’m not somebody who likes math.’

What am I responsible for? Who am I responsible to? Everybody? How come when Archie Bunker nailed everybody, it was funny – but when I do it, it’s not?

I wouldn’t necessarily say she is a country artist. I mean, obviously Taylor Swift started in country, but she morphed into somewhat of a cultural icon, so, who am I to judge what she is?

When I’m filming I feel guilty about never seeing the children, but when I’ve not been working for six months I begin to think: ‘Who am I?’

Things can be really empty in this world, and I don’t just mean the music world. It can become a very meaningless place if you don’t really understand: ‘who am I? Why am I here? What am I doing?’ To feel fulfilment and have a deeper level of understanding, personally, that is the most important thing.

If one person reaches out to me, who am I not to reach back? Even if it takes me a year to reply, they do get that message and they feel it.

Who am I just to give up on track? This is something I’ve dreamed about since I was 9 years old, being an Olympic champion.

Myths give us our sense of personal identity, answering the question, ‘Who am I?’

We want to answer this classical question, who am I? So I think that most of our works are for art, or whatever we do, including science or religion, tried to answer that question.

George Foreman. A miracle. A mystery to myself. Who am I? The mirror says back. The George you was always meant to be. Wasn’t always like that. Used to look in the mirror and cried a river.

I felt this during the first few months of my motherhood. You lose who you are – you lose your identity – because when your baby comes, you give, give, give, and no one gives back, and you just wonder, ‘Who am I?’ ‘What am I?’ ‘How do I live life now?’ It’s all for this baby.

A character wandering around asking, ‘Who am I?’ isn’t, in and of itself, a story I’m interested in telling.

I’ve had people hang around me because I’m Bruce Lee’s daughter, and it’s kind of a blow. You start to ask yourself, ‘Who am I?’, ‘What’s valuable about me?’, ‘Is what’s valuable about me that I’m Bruce Lee’s daughter?’

Who am I to pass judgment? Judgment has been passed on me, but I adhere to, ‘Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.’

I don’t think of it so much as the shows I did or the film sets. I mean, sometimes you’ll get a nice location, but it’s more, ‘Who am I meeting on a day-to-day basis?’ Often the rehearsals are a lot more fun than the show itself.

I never want to sell my soul for something I don’t believe in. Because guess what? Somebody somewhere in the world would have believed in that part and should be playing it – who am I to not allow that person that opportunity?

So the point is, I don’t have a right to tell anybody what’s right or wrong about their lives. Who am I to tell you at any given moment of the day what would be right for you?

When I first came to college, it was a time that I was trying to figure out, ‘Who am I? What makes me special?’ and I started to find most of my value in the fact that I was thin.