Top 1200 Let Me Be Me Quotes & Sayings - Page 13

TV is what made me a star. It rescued me when I had no work and gave me recognition.

Mix me with violence, blend me with peace, Combine me with hate, and I can't face defeat.

I experienced a lot of discrimination in the military. One commander told me that if my time of the month got in the way of my job, he would fire me. An instructor in pilot training continually failed me for subjective things, like judgment and situational awareness--I couldn't get him to tell me what I was doing wrong.

My films are as much for the people as they are for me. The reception affects me, but doesn't change me as a person. That's important.

I get people coming up to me and telling me that they are proud of me for what I've achieved. That is lovely.

Behind me is infinite power, before me is endless possibility, around me is boundless opportunity.

It's no secret - if you know me, have ever met me or have shared a meal with me - that I'm a passionate environmentalist.

I find the whole concept of being 'sexy' embarrassing and confusing. If I do a photo-shoot, people desperately want to change me - dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a fringe. Then there's the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that's not me.

That's what prison did for me, it isolated me, you know, it polished me up like a stone.

Ladies love me, girls adore me I mean even the ones who never saw me

When I was performing on streets, there was no pressure. People accepted me. They loved me without knowing me.

Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open." I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.

I can walk down the street all day and people look at me, but they don't talk to me or stop me.

I sold my soul, you brought it back for me. And held me up, and gave me dignity.

I mean, it blows me away that I have fans or I have people that know me in Iraq that are protecting me.

Only God can judge me so I'm gone, either love me or leave me alone.

Writing is the thing that sustains me and keeps me going. It is a form of self-preservation for me.

Fighting's given me confidence but it's also broken me down and kept me humble.

To reach me, you must move to me. Your attack offers me an opportunity to intercept you.

I don't want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I'll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it's possible to be. I'm growing and I don't know how to grow. I'm living but I haven't started living yet.

Working out, for me, gives me energy in the day and just makes me happy.

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze. I got a big fat mama trying to break me.

Officer, this guy is not waiting around for me... so you better shoot me or help me but decide now!

Shame on me, for me to have this platform and me to have this opportunity to stand up for something that I thought was unjust, and I passed on it. I can't do that.

Dortmund is like family to me, and I'm proud that they had not forgotten about me and welcomed me back.

My parents are the people that led me here. My mom helped me learn to sing and she travels with me.

I have good people around me who guide me, tell me where I should put my money.

I wanted to become me, totally me. The more me, the better. I instinctively knew this and I was right.

Nobody controls me. I'm uncontrollable. The only one who can control me is me, and even that's barely possible.

For those who believed in me or not, because I knew there'd be people in there who didn't believe in me but would cheer for me.

Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me.

Jesus, Food of strong souls, strengthen me, purify me, make me godlike

I'd rather people love me or hate me than have no opinion of me. Indifference is scary.

Movies have only fascinated me; they've cultivated me, made me the person I am today.

Touch me, he thought, my arm, my hand, a finger. Let me know it's all right for me to have these feelings for you.

I've been living with myself all of my life, so I know all of me. So when I watch me, all I see is me. It's boring.

I know being with me is not easy. But I want you to understand no one has me, or has ever had me, except you.

Football is what keeps me going, what makes me prosper, and what will keep me straight.

I like the dark; it is safer here, where no one can see me. The shadows caress me; friends hugging me.

Pet me, touch me, love me, that's what I get when I perform. That's when I'm really getting what I want.

An album is such a personal thing. It's something I always wanted to do. It's me doing me, singing as me.

Hard as it is to believe, there were three magazines fighting over me. 'Newsweek' wanted to keep me, 'ESPN The Magazine' was coming into existence and wanted me, and 'SI' wanted to bring me back. Isn't that amazing? I had a choice, like a free agent.

I have no regrets. The best thing to happen to me was for Lorne Michaels to hire me and fire me.

For me, Twitter has given me a direct line to the world - it gave me an opportunity to be like, "This is my voice.

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

The world has changed around me. I've been me, and continuously being me in a constant, steadfast way.

It occurs to me it is not so much the aim of the devil to lure me with evil as it is to preoccupy me with the meaningless.

I have a mother that's very strong and family that surround me and constantly tell me they love me.

I wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.

The more vile the thing that's said about me, the less it affects me. It doesn't bother me at all.

If someone calls me vain and mean, I know that he trusts me and has something to confess to me.

My brother told me he was very proud of me, of the business I have built, and that gives me joy.

He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me—and that’s just so far,” he added with a smile.

I crave ideas, and when an idea hits me, it grips me and it tortures me until I master it.

My mother hated me. Once she took me to an orphanage and told me to mingle

Praise me not too much, Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks Who know me.

I suffered a lot when I tried to make sanitary napkins and promote the idea. My family - including my mother and wife - deserted me. Villagers even tied me to a tree and beat me. But after seeing me successful now, they come and say that they all knew that I would become famous one day.

Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me in fear that I won't remember?

I was beaten up wherever I went, and people shouted at me and cursed me and threw things at me.

...my experience with people who tried to label me was that they usually did it to either dismiss me or use me.