Quotes About Identity

A worshiping community should be the fountain from which life flows and the ocean into which your efforts are merged. That is where identity is defined, refined, and consolidated and where continuity remains.

We are neither just brains floating around nor just hearts bouncing about.

The day that each person willingly accepts himself or herself for who he or she is and acknowledges the uniqueness of God's framing process marks the beginning of a journey to seeing the handiwork of God in each life.

We became less than what we were meant to be.

Cuando uno de estos patrones se fragmenta, decimos que la persona está «perdiendo la cabeza».

The whole teaching of Islam in its inception rested upon the creation of an identity of a people in contradistinction to Judaism and Christianity. A failure to understand the implications of all this leads to enormous misunderstandings when all religions are grouped together.

En síntesis, aceptar y celebrar el hilo de nuestra propia personalidad es el primer paso para comprender el diseño del gran Tejedor en nuestra vida. No eres un número. Él te conoce por tu nombre. Cada etapa del proceso tal vez no parezca muy atractiva, pero cada detalle saldrá a relucir y será hermoso a su manera.

What suffering teaches us is that three blessings flow from its tutelage: (1) the blessing of an amplified testimony, (2) the blessing of a fulfilled identity, and (3) the blessing of unshakable faith and strength that never drains away.

Why are we so eager to prove to the world that we are the best at what we do and care not for why or who we are? How

Una convicción no es una mera opinión; es algo tan profundamente arraigado en la conciencia que cambiarla por otra sería cambiar la esencia de lo que somos.

last everything comes between you and what you'd like to be, and you've lost your true self forever.

The part of you that thinks of itself as human, is not human - (Maharaj Nisargadatta)

I'm not anyone, I'm just myself; whatever I am, I am something, and now I'm something you can't help.

Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?

Dad, said Will, his voice very faint. Are you a good person? To you and your mother, yes, I try. But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime, Will. I know everything worth knowing about myself- And, adding it all up...? The sum? As they come and go, and I mostly sit very still and tight, yes, I'm all right.

But no man's a hero to himself.

I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.

We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.

Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadows are always longer.

bums on the outside, libraries inside.

We haven't been too bad, have we? No, nor enormously good. I suppose that's the trouble - we haven't been much of anything except us, while a big part of the world was busy being lots of awful things.

Why waste your final hours racing about your cage denying you're a squirrel?