Quotes About Identity

But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime. Will. I know everything worth knowing about myself—

Looking at her in the hospital he had thought, I don't know you, who you are, does it matter if we live or die?

We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks...And while none of it will be me when it goes in, after a while it'll all gather together inside and it'll be me.

Isi purta fericirea ca pe o masca, iar fata aceea fugise cu masca prin curtea casei ei, si nu era chip sa se duca sa i-o ceara inapoi.

Well,' she said, 'I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.

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

I miss that in the city you can walk outside your front door and there's people all around you. And they don't know a thing about you.You could be anyone.

We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law.

I discovered me in the library. I went to find me in the library.

My dear, when you are as old as I, they won't call you Jane, either. Old age is dreadfully formal. It's always 'Mrs. ' Young People don't like to call you 'Helen. ' It seems much too flip.

And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering manikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.

We should not judge our books by their covers, some books exist between covers that are perfectly people-shaped

How is it that the boy I was in October, 1929, could, because of the criticism of his fourth grade schoolmates, tear up his Buck Rogers comic strips and a month later judge all of his friends idiots and rush back to collecting?

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman, while the hungry snake made her still more empty. How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?

Kendimize kabul ettirmemiz gereken en önemli ÅŸey önemli olmad???m?zd?.

It doesn't have to be the greatest but it does have to be you.

The numbness will go away, he thought. It'll take time, but I'll do it, or Faber will do it for me. Someone somewhere will give me back the old face and the old hands the way they were. Even the smile, he thought, the old burnt-in smile, that's gone. I'm lost without it

We carry our homes in our heads.

Sexed but sexless, the robots. Named but unnamed, and borrowing from humans everything but humanity, the robots stared at the nailed lids of their labeled F.O.B boxes, in a death that was not even a death, for there had never been a life.

Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?' 'I'd much rather recognize the inhuman in the human.

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

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

And wasn't it the bright boy you selected for the beatings and tortures after hours? Of course it was. 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!

if you're a miserable sinner in one shape, you're a miserable sinner in another.