Quotes About Identity

What we do is us. Because of you. For that we came.

Preciso ver meu psiquiatra agora. Sou obrigada a ir. Eu invento coisas para dizer. Não sei o que ele pensa de mim. Ele diz que sou uma cebola normal! Dou muito trabalho para ele ficar descascando as camadas.

Yo iba a embarcar en el último cohete, pero preferí quedarme, ¿sabes por qué? —¿Por qué? —Porque todos se metían conmigo. Por eso me quedé; para echarme perfume encima el día entero y beber diez mil cervezas y comer dulces y bombones sin que la gente me esté diciendo ¡Oh, cuidado, eso tiene muchas calorías!. Y aquí estoy. —Y aquí estás.

Supongo que soy todo lo que dicen de mi.

La gente era como las antorchas, que ardían hasta consumirse. ¿Acaso había muchas personas cuyos rostros captaban algo tuyo y te devolvían tu propia expresión, tus pensamientos más íntimos?

It's as good as I remember. Lord, how they've changed it in our 'parlors' these days. Christ is one of the 'family' now. I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He's a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn't making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshiper absolutely needs.

I am not one thing. I am many things that America has been in my time. I had enough sense to keep moving, learning, growing. And I have never reviled or turned my back on the things I grew out of.

No nacemos libres e iguales, como dice la Constitución, nos hacemos iguales. Todo hombre es la imagen de todos los demás, y todos somos así igualmente felices

Nadie tiene tiempo para nadie. Usted es uno de los pocos que me han hecho caso. Por eso me parece tan raro que sea un bombero. Es algo que de algún modo no parece hecho para usted.

If anything is taught here, it is simply the charting of the life of someone who started out to somewhere—and went. I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was and who I was after the doing. Each tale was a way of finding selves. Each self found each day slightly different from the one found twenty-four hours later.

Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadow are always longer. Only at noon can a man fit in his own shoes, his own best suit, for a few brief minutes. But we're in a new age where we can think up a Big Idea and run it around in a machine. That makes the machine more than a machine, doesn't it?

Aber natürlich. Wir müssen alle gleich sein. Nicht gleich und frei geboren, wie es in der Verfassung steht, sondern gleich gemacht. Jeder das Abbild aller anderen; dann sind alle glücklich, denn es gibt keine Berge, vor denen sie sich ducken, an denen sie sich messen müssen.

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

By the time many people are fourteen or fifteen, they have been divested of their loves, their ancient and intuitive tastes, one by one, until when they reach maturity there is no fun left, no zest, no gusto, no flavor. Others have criticized, and they have criticized themselves, into embarrassment.

There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood. Good God, who were those men? I never saw them before in my life!

Without knowing I had been Tut's child all the while, writing the Red World's hieroglyphics, thinking I thrived futures even in dust-rinsed pasts.

È felice lei? domandò. Sono cosa? gridò Montag

Ithought that's why we bought this house, so we wouldn't have to do anything? That's just it. I feel like I don't belong here. (p.13)

Devo vedere il mio psichiatra. Vogliono rimettermi in carreggiata, ma io invento le cose che gli dico. Non so cosa pensi di me, dice che sono una cipolla umana: lo tengo occupato a pelare gli strati.

They came to the strange blue lands and put their names upon the lands.

Someday you'll be as old as I. People will say the same. 'Oh, no,' they'll say, 'those vultures were never hummingbirds, those owls were never orioles, those parrots were never bluebirds! One day you'll be like me!

Jeff Spender

On doit tous être pareils. Nous ne naissons pas libres et égaux, comme le proclame la Constitution, on nous rend égaux.

Why,' said Montag slowly, 'we've stopped in front of my house.