Quotes About Identity

But, my friend, I am not an Anglo-Saxon. Why should I play the hypocrite?

That is where you make a mistake, dear," said Miss Marple. "Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realize it.

With a deep sigh I proceeded to do things with my hair. I have nice hair. It is black—a real black, not dark brown—

But I tell you this—if you try and saddle Fleetwood with this business you'll have me to deal with." "And who exactly are you?" asked Poirot sweetly. Mr. Ferguson got rather red.

Miss Debenham, whose second name is Hermione,

Quite nice-looking in a kind of way, but rather as though she might have what my mother used to call "a touch of the tar-brush.

There aren't many abbreviations of Frederica," I said. "It's not like Margaret where you can have half a dozen—Maggie, Margot, Madge, Peggie—

When one is unique, one knows it! And others share that opinion—

If entries in 'Who's Who' were strictly truthful, the entries concerning Lady Stranleigh might have ended as follows: hobbies: getting married. She had floated through life shedding husbands as she went. She had lost three by divorce and one by death.

Burnt corks they use mostly—though 'tis messy getting it off again. Miss Cynthia was a Negress once, and, oh, the trouble she had.

And all these girls with their make-up and their hair and their nails look so alike.

Why I do believe that's old Jane Marple. Thought she was dead years ago. Looks a hundred.

My father says you remember the smell of your country no matter where you are but only recognize it when you're far away.

Sîntem oameni buni pentru c? sîntem ortodoc?i, spune mama. Ce înseamn? ortodox? Asta e cînd crezi în Dumnezeu, spune ea. La ortodoc?i se obi?nuie?te mai ales s? se cînte, s? se m?nînce ?i s? se fac? rug?ciuni. Dar eu nu am fost niciodat? acolo.

The truest expression of a people is in its dance and music.

The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music... Bodies never lie.

The truest expression of a people is in its dance and in its music. Bodies never lie.

Dance in the body you have.

Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.

I am become a hard, thankless, graceless girl, and it was the only way I could do it.

Wenn man keine Sprache hat, ist alles Durcheinander, und man hat Angst vor Dingen, von denen man sich nicht zu fürchten braucht. In dieser Zeit stotterten die meisten der Kinder um mich herum, sprachen laut oder verschluckten die Wörter. Wenn man keine Sprache hat, offenbart sich der nackte Charakter. Die Vielredner unter uns wurden noch lauter, und die in sich gekehrten verschluckten ihre Stimme. Ohne Muttersprache ist der Mensch verstümmelt.

Where are you from, Jews?" asked the rabbi as people used to ask in the old days. An ancient grief glazed his eyes.

Put football instead of cricket and she could have been me. She could have been Arwa, or Deena or any of the girls I grew up with here in Cairo in the Sixties. What difference do a hundred years — or a continent — make?

And Egypt?What is Egypt's strength? Her resilience? Her ability to Her ability to absorb people and events into the pores of her being? Is that true or is it just a consolation? A shifting of responsibility? And if it is true, how much can she absorb and still remain Egypt?