Talking About Me Quotes

Losing builds character. You know who said that? A loser! Guy who got his ass stomped every day, basketball, football, baseball, lose, lose, lose and lose. All right, I’m talking about me.

I can’t picture people talking about me 50 years from now.

I was in a state of shock, because I have never seen the pope talk about something as unimportant as Donald Trump. OK? And I was like, the pope is talking about me? This can’t be happening. And then I said, is it good or bad? They said it’s bad.

I’m going to be cremated from the neck down. And at my funeral, when people are talking about me, they have to hold my head. And then at the end, they have to kick me into the audience and the audience has to keep me up for at least three hits or you have to start the whole service over. No cradling it – I want legit sets.

You know, people make a lot of money talking about me, don’t they?

I don’t listen to what people say, people been talking about me since I was born.

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

This may sound a little West Texan to you, but I like it. When I’m talking about.. when I’m talking about myself, and when he’s talking about myself, all of us are talking about me.

But we were talking about me and my problems.” Sophronia looked Monique up and down gravely. “I don’t think we’re going to solve those in the space of one carriage ride.

There was a point in time where the thought of people even talking about me made me anxious. Physically.

If people must be talking about me, I would have it to be truthfully and justly. I would willingly return from the next world to contradict any person who described me other than I was, although he did it to honour me.

If I had kids, my kids would hate me. They would have ended up on the equivalent of the Oprah show talking about me; because something [in my life] would have had to suffer and it would’ve probably been them.

I buy water at the liquor store across the street from where I live. So I’m walking into the door, and standing, loitering, outside the door is a man. And I walk by him to go in, and he says, “I want pussy!” Now, I don’t want to seem conceited or anything, but he was talking about me!

People are talking about me more than they talk about Eastenders.

I use a pseudonym, because my real name is very difficult to pronounce, to remember, and to spell. And many people who have been talking about me on television have yet to pronounce it correctly.

The neurotic listens to weather reports about Small Craft Warnings, and he thinks: They’re talking about me.

Whatever the press is talking about, they want to keep talking about it. So instead of asking yourself, ‘How can I get them to start talking about me?’, figure out a way to get yourself involved in what they’re already talking about.

I don’t like being overexposed. I don’t like being on covers. And I don’t like people talking about me.

I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what’s more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.

I was so self -conscious, every time football players went into a huddle, I thought they were talking about me.

Yeah, at first people were talking about me. But now everyone is wearing their clothes more fitted.

It hit me that the students were talking about me, not God. I was standing before a holy God and robbing Him of the glory that was rightfully His.

It’s hard to mix with a crowd when you’re walking down the hallway and everybody else is a foot shorter. I remember hanging out with my friends, like at the mall, and thinking people were staring at me and talking about me. It made me turn inside myself. I became more shy and quiet.

I would drive home and see people wearing my No. 34 jersey and wonder why, because I didn’t feel worthy of that. And all the time I just knew people were staring at me, talking about me everywhere I went.

[Barack] Obama is an incompetent. He is an incompetent president.He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s out campaigning all day long, he talking about me like he knows me. I don’t know him, he doesn’t know me.

I like people talking about me, about my defense or what I’m doing. I like to see that, and that makes me work hard.

It’s much better when I go out with my mates and we stop talking about me like I’m some sort of egomaniac. It’s great when we can just have a drink.

In Germany, we often hear the absurd complaint that museums don’t have the money to buy paintings. Of course, I’m not talking about me and my paintings. There are, after all, more popular painters in this country.