Quotes About Labels

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word.

Buster was Rant was Buddy. Chester was Chet was Dad. Irene was Mom was Reen. How folks lay claim to their loved ones is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we don't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed. Even if it's for sure unexplainable. Even God.

Normal deÄŸilim ama gay de deÄŸilim. Biseksüel deÄŸilim. Etiketlerin d???nda bir ÅŸey istiyorum. tüm hayat?m?n tek bir kelimeyle anlat?labilmesini istemiyorum. Bir hikayeden ibaret olmas?n?. Bilinmeyen bir ÅŸey bulmak istiyorum, haritada olmayan bir yer gibi. Gerçek bir mecara istiyorum.

Oh. Really? Smith? The most common, boring name in the world? - Evaline, to Pix

You go on about reasons, Cora said, call things by other names, as if it changes what they are. But that doesn't make them true. ....but we have all been branded, even if you can't see it - inside, if not without.

She would not say of anyone that they were this or that.

At any rate, where books are concerned, it is notoriously difficult to fix labels of merit in such a way that they do not come off.

It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to.

Everywhere around me, already I see cliques, the kinds of cliques you see in schools everywhere: jocks, troublemakers, mathletes, you name it. Me, I am in a clique unto myself, the sole member of the group called "crazy.

They're not chicks. They're ducks.

Yet it was an odd twist of language. Based on the way people usually used the words, Christian was traight and Patrick was gay. But Christian, when he got wasted, was gay if you used the old-fashioned, oh-so-merry definition of the word, while Patrick was straight-edge because he didn't drink to the point of passing out.

Names do not matter. They are only names that chanced to drift my way; if not those, there would have been others

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behaviour.

Trust a nitwit society like this one to think that there are only two categories - fag and straight.

Actually, there is no such thing as a homosexual person, any more than there is such a thing as a heterosexual person. The words are adjectives describing sexual acts, not people. The sexual acts are entirely normal; if they were not, no one would perform them.

Ah, I feel a sadness on me, Dane. That's how the Irish people say it. In their language, you can't say, "I am sad," or "I am happy". They understood what we English have long forgot. We're not our sadness. We're not our happiness or our pain but our language hypnotizes us and traps us in little labelled boxes.

But multiple studies have shown what is labeled overweight (BMI between 25 and 30) is actually associated with lower death rate than what is labeled normal weight (BMI between 18.5 and 25).

Who were you before the someone told you what you were not?

Who were you before someone told you what you were not?

Another Thing I'm Sick of Hearing: If I started that gay rights group, I must be gay. So if i start an animal rights group, what does that make me? A giraffe?

Another thing I think about names is that they DO hurt. They hurt because we believe them. We think they are telling us something true about ourselves, something other people can see even if we don't. —Bobby Goodspeed

Labels don't really impress, it's the uniqueness and risk in decor that inspire.