Quotes About Identity

She went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me.

Brod's life was a slow realisation that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time.

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

Everything she did reminded me of someone else.

We are not only the tellers of our stories, we are the stories themselves.

How much currency would a Negro homosexual accountant receive?

He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all.

It was the part when you said that you do not know anybody, and how that encompasses even you.

He chose illness, because he knew of no other way to be seen. Not even by those looking at him.

I have often felt that my vegetarianism matters more to such people than it does to me.

I can't count the times that upon telling someone I am vegetarian, he or she responded by pointing out an inconsistency in my lifestyle or trying to find a flaw in an argument I never made. (I have often felt that my vegetarianism matters more to such people than it does to me.)

Rationally, factory farming is so obviously wrong, in so many ways. In all of my reading and conversations, I've yet to find a credible defense of it. But food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, and identity. For some, that irrationality leads to a kind of resignation. Food

Hoewel hij het bijna voortdurend betreurde dat hij zichzelf was, verwarde hij zichzelf nooit met het probleem. De wereld was het probleem. Die paste niet. Maar hoe vaak zou er ooit iemand gelukkiger zijn geworden door het laakbaarheidsrecord van de wereld te verbeteren?

Rationally, factory farming is so obviously wrong, in so many ways. In all of my reading and conversations, I've yet to find a credible defense of it. But food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, and identity.

To accept the factory farm —to feed the food it produces to my family, to support it with my money —would make me less myself

The question of eating animals hits chords that resonate deeply with our sense of self—our memories, desires, and values. Those resonances are potentially controversial, potentially threatening, potentially inspiring, but always filled with meaning.

He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

Homer suggest that if you forget your pain, you forget your homeland-you 'lose your hope of home.'-pg.39

Here I did three fucking combat tours serving my country and I feel like a fucking fugitive.

But a Broom-stick, perhaps you will say, is an Emblem of a Tree standing on its Head; and pray what is Man but a topsy-turvy Creature? His Animal Faculties perpetually mounted on his Rational; his Head where his Heels should be, groveling on the Earth.

Your heart, mind, hands and feet are stamped with the imprint of the Creator. Little wonder that the Devil wants you to be ashamed of your body.

Will you take me as I am? Strung out on another man...California, I'm comin' home.

Porque a revolução é uma pátria e uma família.

Vestidos de farrapos, sujos, semiesfomeados, agressivos, soltando palavrões e fumando pontas de cigarro, eram, em verdade, os donos da cidade, os que a conheciam totalmente, os que totalmente a amavam, os seus poetas.