Quotes About Identity

Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.

Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children... It was a fleeting statement, one I didn't think she'd hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us. That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.

I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son; she is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.

I couldn't think. The basics of my life seemed altered and thrown into question. After all, our families--our ancestors--are our identities. Biology is destiny. I'm not who you think I am, I had said to T.J. the last time I'd seen him. Maybe I wasn't who I'd thought I was either.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.

Say you were split, you were split in fragments and none of the pieces would talk to you. Wouldn't you want to be who you had been? Well, maybe I'd want that too.

Anybody who cares less about wanting to be cool, I think, is more interesting.

Good genes—that's what people have always said about me. They're talking about the fact that I am tall and thin, that I have a nearly symmetrical face. What they are not talking about are the other genes I've inherited.

None of it matters, these steps to look completely different, to be completely different. She's still her. She'll always be her.

From an identity standpoint, what does it mean to have a disability? Pamela Anderson has more prosthetic in her body than I do. Nobody calls her disabled.

If a white girl tries to tell you what your brown skin can and cannot wear for makeup, just remember the smile of an axolotl.

Mommy, you are like a lady cardinal because you are brown. Why do you have better camouflage than daddy? Right now, I have medium camouflage. Will I be brown or white when I grow up? Why do some white people not like brown people? Don't worry, Mommy, you can hide in the forest from those bad people. You have good camouflage. Can I have good camouflage even though I'm half and half?

Aren't we the ones who say, "My"? We exist from Birth till we Die. Aren't we the ego, 'I'? Let's find out "Who am I?"

As long as I Do Not Realize WHO I AM NOT, I will Never Realize WHO I AM.

Do you know who you truly are? Or are you from the Truth afar? If the Truth you must find... first, you must Transcend the Mind.

This is My House but this is not Me. What is Mine cannot be Me. Then how can my Body be Me? It is Mine, but it is not Me.

We all want Pleasure,we don't want pain... If we don't realize 'Who we are' and 'Why we are here',our Life will go in vain.

We are not the Bodies that we Wear. We are the ones that Wear the Body.

We are Prisoners of this Body. We are Prisoners of this Mind. Who are we? On Realization, the Truth we will find!

We are Prisoners of this Body.We are Prisoners of this Mind. Who are we? On Realization, the Truth we will find!

We don't need to suffer,We don't have to cry.If only we question and Find out,Who am I?We can be blissful like a Bird in the Sky.

We think, "We are This", but in reality, "We are That"... Not the Body that we look like, but the Spirit, in fact!

What is my GOAL? To know that I am Not the Body, Not the Mind, Not the Ego, but the SOUL.

You are not the EYE that can see. You are not the I that says,It is Me.Find out -Who is this I?