me

Be a good guide, tell me what you see, are sure is that?Please try to describe the picture as much vocabulary as possible!

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.

My eyes always keep searching,for something inexpressible,above the far away sky.I long to get lost,inside the evening-twilight.Silence always tickles me __n a strange way;I meet __e__n the time between sunset and darkness.

Much as he detested Filch, Harry couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him, though not nearly as sorry as he felt for himself.

The challenge is never based on the size of the obstacle that stands before me. Rather, it is dictated by the degree of faith that rests within me.

pain is like the cold. do not give it your attention. but unlike the cold do not deny being in pain

There is no other company in the world I've found more pleasurable than my own. For no one else has ever been as accepting of me or as thoroughly entertained by my quirkiness. It is a sweet thing to like yourself.

I while away my time wishing I were someone else when simply being me is the most magnificent thing I could ever wish to do.

But now the other half of "us" was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I'd be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.

And I'm made up of everyone I've ever met who's changed the way I think. So who is "me"?

At some point I hope to have grown sufficiently in both stature and wisdom to understand that I cannot deliver myself from myself, and that God alone can save me from me.

Not like the me was some tough somebody, or somebody she had put together for show. But like, like somebody she favored and could count on. A secret somebody you didn't have to feel sorry for or have to fight for. -Felice

This is me today, but take heed; it is not the same me as yesterday, and it will not be the same me tomorrow.

An insipid voice message or an incongruent emergence from the __ther_ world may disrupt our whole thinking system. If we are not able to deal with the fragmentation of our self and assess the deconstruction of our identity, a corny incident could easily capsize our being. A misinterpretation of facts and expectations may perturb our awareness and unsettle our perception. When ___ and __e_ don__ get along very well, the road to oneness may be very often bumpy. (__lors, tout a basculé_)

You'll never understand me as long as you're looking at me through society's lenses.

If it__ about me, I can be assured that there will be a bunch of empty chairs in the auditorium of my life; save the one I__ sitting in.

I am... me. No matter what I say or do, I'm still me. That 's what Satozuki told me once. The things I feel, the things I do... Being a vampire, Being a man, being betrayed by my mother... when all those things come together, they make up "me." But none of these things taken separately. I'm just me.

There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me, but I had it surgically removed