Top 100 I Who Quotes
#1. Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, "Smile, Grandma!" - I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother's lap.
Liv Ullmann
#2. For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
Alexander Pope
#3. Whatever Juice this sky will pour this gaping parched old throat will drain; What time the Harper harps I'll dance: 'tis He, not I, who shall complain. Meal may be scarce and cakes be burnt, yet I weep not nor even scold: The sun is food enough for me, 't is large, and has not yet grown cold.
Ridgely Torrence
#4. I [who] am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement ...
Virginia Woolf
#5. There are some questions that we all ask ourselves in different ways: Who am I? Who is God? What am I here for? What matters most? What matters least? What are my unique talents and abilities? What will my contribution be? What happens when we die?
Matthew Kelly
#6. I, who have been so many men in vain, want to be one man, myself alone. From out of a whirlwind the voice of God replied: I am not, either. I dreamed the world the way you dreamed your work, my Shakespeare: one of the forms of my dream was you, who, like me, are many and one.
Jorge Luis Borges
#7. The men I was fighting were impotent. The shiftless, the purposeless, the irresponsible, the irrational - it was not I who needed them, it was not theirs to dictate terms to me, it was not mine to obey demands.
Ayn Rand
#8. I, who have also been betrayed, assassinated and cast into a tomb, I have emerged from that tomb by the grace of God and I owe it to God to take my revenge. He has sent me for that purpose. Here I am.
Alexandre Dumas
#9. The dead have their reward, Vosch says. It is the living - you and I - who still have work to do
Rick Yancey
#10. I who have gone the gamut from an almost angry rejection of my dark skin by some of my brainwashed brothers and sisters to a surprised queenhood in the new Black sunam qualified to enter at least the kindergarten of new consciousness now ... I have hopes for myself.
Gwendolyn Brooks
#11. You and I who read and write books have very little effect upon language. We may think about it, write about it, and read about it, but it goes on without us, or in spite of us.
Charlton Laird
#12. I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things. It is not the earth, it is not America, who is so great, it is I who am great or to be great ...
Walt Whitman
#13. For me, life without murder is like a life without food. I was the father of these people, since it was I who opened the door for them to another world.
Alexander Pichushkin
#14. Brothers, sisters, till the last Woe that this has come to pass, By your grave, I shall weep For it was I who made you sleep.
Pierce Brown
#15. Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
D.H. Lawrence
#16. What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king.
Robert E. Howard
#17. Well, it is strange that I who gave birth to her, and was a woman then, should be alive and merry now, and she lying there: so cold and stiff! Lord, Lord! - to think of it; it's as good as a play - as good as a play!
Charles Dickens
#18. I went to the University of Minnesota, and I met this amazing artist named Cameron Boothe there who was in World War I, who studied with Hans Hoffman in Munich.
James Rosenquist
#19. Was it not I who populated with them all these pages - just recently no more than white rectangular deserts? Without me, would they ever be seen by those whom I shall lead behind me along the narrow paths of lines?
Yevgeny Zamyatin
#20. I began to weep with loneliness. What was I, who was I? I felt pretty again, my pimples were gone, the sun and the sea had made me slimmer, and yet the person I liked and whom I wished to be liked by showed no interest in me.
Elena Ferrante
#21. Isn't it strange that I who have written only unpopular books should be such a popular fellow?
Albert Einstein
#22. I, who ne'erWent for myself a begging, go a borrowing,And that for others. Borrowing's much the sameAs begging; just as lending upon usuryIs much the same as thieving.
Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
#23. 'Tis I who should thank you for the gift of your flesh." Looming
J.R. Ward
#24. He did not flatter me. It was I who found his appreciation flattering.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#25. Even when nothing is happening, nothing stands still ... I am not a rock, but a river; people deceive themselves by seeing me as a rock. Or is it I who deceive them and pretend that I am a rock when I am a river?
Nina Berberova
#26. Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God
And tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being deprived of everlasting bliss?
Christopher Marlowe
#27. I, who have never willfully pained another, have no business to pain myself.
Marcus Aurelius
#28. The Tea Party
I had a little tea party
This afternoon at three.
'Twas very small-
Three guest in all-
Just I, myself and me.
Myself ate all the sandwiches,
While I drank up the tea;
'Twas also I who ate the pie
And passed the cake to me. Jessica Nelson North
Jessica Nelson North
#29. You see, I do believe in miracles. I, who have passed through fire. I do believe.
Joanne Harris
#30. It's hard for people to see you one way, but you're really the other way, so it's kind of like, 'Who am I, who are you?' Sometimes, I confuse even myself.
Nicole Polizzi
#31. I said 'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't speak Swedish.'
'Well, of course you don't. Neither do I. Who the hell speaks Swedish?
John Green
#32. I who still pray at morning and at eve Thrice in my life perhaps have truly prayed, Thrice stirred below conscious self Have felt that perfect disenthrallment which is God.
James Russell Lowell
#33. It was I who stayed awake wrestling with the shadows on the ceiling and the taunting of the grandfather clock
Nina G. Jones
#35. And said the Guide, 'One am I who descends
Down with this living man from cliff to cliff,
And I intend to show Hell unto him.
Dante Alighieri
#36. I, who am I among living creatures?
Enheduanna
#37. We were both wrong: she who put her faith in me, and I who thought too well of myself.
Magda Szabo
#38. I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir
but I do have a choice of how I do it. If I tell them not to fight, they will be sorry, but they will fight. If I tell them to fight, they will be glad, and I who am not a very brave man will have made them a little braver.
John Steinbeck
#39. All which is regarded as 'my', belongs to the non-Self. 'I' is the Self and 'my' is of the non-Self; it is pudgal, the body-complex. There is nothing wrong with saying 'this is mine' in the worldly interactions, but the 'I', 'who am I?', must be decided from within.
Dada Bhagwan
#40. Now what I contend is that my body is my own, at least I have always so regarded it. If I do harm through my experimenting with it, it is I who suffer, not the state.
Mark Twain
#42. I'm sure our paths will cross again, and our differences will be settled once and for all. Walk carefully, because next time it will be I who will surprise you." My
Mary E. Pearson
#43. I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.
Holly Black
#44. While I looked, my inner self moved; my spirit shook its always-fettered wings half loose; I had a sudden feeling as if I, who never yet truly lived, were at last about to taste life. In that morning my soul grew as fast as Jonah's gourd.
Charlotte Bronte
#45. I who have set my heart on watching over the soul, in union with Good Thought, and as knowing the rewards of Mazda Ahura for our works, will, while I have power and strength, teach men to seek after Right. I have become an alien in a foreign land.
Zoroaster
#46. Real life is so secret that not even I, who am dying of it, have been given the password, I am dying without knowing of what.
Clarice Lispector
#47. It's unbecoming," she agreed. "A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.
Gregory Maguire
#48. When anyone escapes, my heart / leaps up. Even when it's I who am escaped from, / I am half on the side of the leaver.
Sharon Olds
#49. It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me. So I live in this earthly body by trusting in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. 21I do not treat the grace of God as meaningless. For if keeping the law could make us right with God, then there was no need for Christ to die.
Anonymous
#50. Woman said to him, "I know that Messiah is coming (he who is called Christ). When he comes, he will tell us all things." 26Jesus said to her, "I who speak to you am he.
Anonymous
#51. For a moment, looking felt like something that happened to you rather than something you did. Not 'Are you who I think you are?' Am I who you think I am?
Richard Powers
#53. These things that were between us, these and a myriad others, a myriad myriad, these remain of her, but what will become of them when I am gone, I who am their repository and sole preserver?
John Banville
#54. In India and other places, there are people who fool themsleves. They walk around all day saying, "Who am I? Who am I?"
Frederick Lenz
#55. In truth, it is I who have defiled myself, for one is one s own fiercest enemy.
Ding Ling
#56. I had feared that Rosie would not love me. Instead, it was I who could not love Rosie.
Graeme Simsion
#57. I who have been involved with all styles of painting can assure you that the only things that fluctuate are the waves of fashion which carry the snobs and speculators; the number of true connoisseurs remains more or less the same.
Pablo Picasso
#58. Red is all right, I thought to myself. Wherever and whatever he is or will be, he is all right. It is I who must be made well. There's a hole inside me that will have to be filled up. And an aching that will have to grow less.
Sheila Moon
#59. Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#60. Could it be that the great Bonaparte is incapable of fathering a child? that it is not I who am at fault but you?
Carolly Erickson
#61. If there are any cages in this marriage, it is I who have built them. And I who hold the key to their locks.
Geneen Roth
#62. No, my dear, how should I be sad? I, who have been rich and happy, have become even richer and happier now. My son has been given to me.
Hermann Hesse
#64. Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.
Dante Alighieri
#66. Who wasn't squatting in one of the handful of prefabricated subject positions proffered by capital or whatever you wanted to call it, lying every time she said "I"; who wasn't a bit player in a looped infomercial for the damaged life?
Ben Lerner
#67. No, in Ireland." "And in a few years you can almost disappear; while I, who was born in Grass Valley, went to school and several years to the University of California, have no chance of mixing.
John Steinbeck
#68. In a few thousand years, I who regard you will also have sprung from the loins of African kings.
William Faulkner
#69. It is not I who have been consigned to the bedroom of history.
Corazon Aquino
#70. [M]y inner self moved; my spirit shook its always-fettered wings half loose. I had a sudden feeling as if I, who never yet truly lived, were at last about to taste life.
Charlotte Bronte
#71. Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world?
Soren Kierkegaard
#72. It was I who made Fellini famous, not the other way around.
Anita Ekberg
#74. In a way, it is I who must do the grunt work. I want to work with kids ... I hope we can grow so much that someone else can take care of what I do now.
Sofia Hellqvist
#75. . . .Consciousness came and went.
Consciousness went and came like the errant winds of spring, and I, who so often have had difficulty in falling asleep among the besieging shades of memory, now fought to stay awake as a child struggles to lift a faltering kite by the string.
Gene Wolfe
#77. It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born ... Some call me the Elder Granny, others - the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.
Hans Christian Andersen
#78. I like being a Baha'i who has an out-there sense of humor. God gives us talents and faculties, and making people laugh is one of mine.
Rainn Wilson
#79. Almost-Sister, you picked a real catch."
"It was I who caught her," Adam said softly. "It took years.
Patricia Briggs
#80. Shame is a powerful feeling. There is a tremendous difference between making a mistake and believing you are a mistake...If I don't see myself as being a mistake then it is I who must take responsibility and I am not ready to accept that.
David W. Earle
#81. The prayer preceding all prayers is 'May it be the real I who speaks. May it be the real Thou that I speak to.'
C.S. Lewis
#82. It is I who have watched over thee, life after life, in the tenderness of many mothers! See in My gaze the two black eyes, the lost beautiful eyes, thou seekest!
Paramahansa Yogananda
#83. Essentially, what the most important questions we can ever ask ourselves are, "Who am I? Who are we all? What do we share, and what is our purpose here? How do we discover meaning?" Addressing these questions is the core of Inspirational Psychology.
Lee L Jampolsky
#84. Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.
Vera Nazarian
#85. I had thought so once
That it was I who saw in your eyes
The raindrops pinging on the windows;
Hearing only with ears
The stars and the rain;
Now that I truly open my eyes and ears
I realize that I am myself the stars and the rain.
Ilchi Lee
#86. If you feel you ought to go, if I came to you at a moment when nothing could make you happy, if it's necessary for you to leave me now so that you may some day come back to me at peace, then it is I who ask you to go...
Alain-Fournier
#87. When I walked down the streets, I asked myself, are these my people?, is this my hometown, am I who I am?
Azar Nafisi
#89. Who knew that better than I, who had presided over the death of my own body, seeing all I called human wither and die only to form an unbreakable chain which held me fast to this world yet made me forever its exile, a specter with a beating heart?
Anne Rice
#90. How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
Jean-Paul Sartre
#91. There was a duplication of myself involved, perhaps even a triplication.
There was I who was writing. There was I whom I could remember. And there was I of whom I wrote, the protagonist of the story.
Christopher Priest
#92. You seem very sure of yourself, Daniel.'
I, who was never even sure what the time was, nodded with the conviction of the
ignorant.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#94. We don't know very well those we love But I understand them fairly well Being all these people myself I who am however but a baboon.
Max Jacob
#95. But Aunt Maureen makes smashing omelettes." Julia Upjohn.
"She makes smashing omelettes." Poirot's voice was happy. He sighed.
"Then Hercule Poirot has not lived in vain, he said. It was I who taught your Aunt Maureen to make an omelette.
Agatha Christie
#96. I have declared that patience is never more than patient. I too have declared, that I who am not patient am patient.
Gertrude Stein
#97. I am the call of love ...
Can you hear me in the full grasses, in the scented winds ?
It is I who makes the garden smile.
Rumi
#98. The primary needs can be filled without language. We can eat, sleep, make love, build a house, bear children, without language. But we cannot ask questions. We cannot ask, 'Who am I? Who are you? Why?
Madeleine L'Engle
#99. Despite what I said about staying the way we were, I changed. I, who have always believed in speaking my mind and made it my mission to uncover the truth, have found myself keeping secrets. Sometimes life is more complicated than the simple rules we make for it.
Elizabeth Chandler
#100. My turning point was my pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. It was then that I, who had dedicated most of my life to penetrate the 'secrets' of the universe, realized that there are no secrets. Life is and will always be a mystery.
Paulo Coelho
