Quotes About Identity

posit by W. B. Yeats: "Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class.

I have often had the fancy that there is some one Myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would make us understand all he did and thought.

I call to the mysterious one who yet Shall walk the wet sand by the water's edge, And look most like me, being indeed my double, And prove of all imaginable things The most unlike, being my anti-self, And, standing by these characters, disclose All that I seek; and whisper it as though He were afraid the birds, who cry aloud Their momentary cries before it is dawn, Would carry it away to blasphemous men.

Now all I know how to do is to grow dark in the evening. I'm happy with what I've got. And all I wish to say is my name and address, and perhaps my father's name, like a prisoner of war who, according to the Geneva Convention, is not required to say a single word more.

already she drew in the sand with her big toe: King Solomon, as though he were a rubber ball, an apocalyptic, bearded herring, an imperial walking-stick, an amalgam, half chicken and half Solomon.

I'm made from remnants of flesh and blood And leftovers of philosophies.

La identidad y la posesión forman parte del dominio del ego. A través del ego nos apegamos a una ideología, a un partido político, a una persona y a nuestras opiniones fragmentadas y apasionadas.

But history is that rare woman who doesn't like to look at herself in the mirror. History, when she finds herself in front of one, wipes and wipes its surface at though in this way she might change her face to something better

You're in bad shape. It looks like you're developing a soul.

Who knows who you are... A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end...

For one second I stared at her like all the others as something that had dropped out of nowhere: She was no longer a number, she was simply a person; she existed as nothing more than the metaphysical substance of the insult committed against OneState. But then some one of her movements-turning, she twisted her hips to the left-and all at once I knew: I know her, I know that body resilient as a ship-my eyes, my lips, my hands know it-in one moment I was absolutely sure of it.

The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.

Who knows who you really are? A person is like a novel: Up to the very last page you don't know how it's going to end. Otherwise, there'd be no point in reading....

I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, nothing but lips. Some are pink, supple, round-a right, a tender shield against the whole world. And then these: A second ago they didn't exist, and now suddenly, made by a knife, the sweet blood still dripping...

Our gods are here, below, with us---in the office, the kitchen, the workshop, the toilet; the gods have become like us. Ergo, we have become as gods.

I feel myself. But it's only the eye with a lash in it, the swollen finger, the infected tooth that feels itself, is conscious of its own individual being. The healthy eye or finger or tooth doesn't seem to exist. So it's clear, isn't it? Self-consciousness is just a disease.

If circumstances should make it impossible (temporarily, I hope) for me to be a Russian writer, perhaps I shall be able, like the Pole Joseph Conrad, to become for a time an English writer... ("Letter To Stalin")

O percurso natural para se passar da nulidade à grandeza é esquecermo-nos de que somos um grama e sentirmos que somos a milionésima parte duma tonelada.

Forget that you're a gram and feel yourself a millionth part of a ton.

Estou diante dum espelho. Pela primeira vez na vida (isso, exactamente, pela primeira vez na vida) estou a ver-me clara, distinta e conscientemente; olho para mim, admirado, como se estivesse a ver alguém diferente de mim.

Bir terazi al?n ve bir taraf?na bir gram, diÄŸerine bir ton koyun. Bir yanda "Ben", diÄŸer yanda "Biz," yani TekDevlet. Apaç?k, deÄŸil mi? "Ben"in devlet kar??s?nda hakka sahipliÄŸini öne sürmek, bir gram, bir tona eÅŸittir demekle tamamen ayn?d?r. Graml???n? unut ve bir tonun milyonda biri olduÄŸunu hisset.

the natural course from nullity to grandeur is to forget that you are a gramme and to feel that you are a millionth part of a ton.

That's because no one is one but only one of. We're so identical...