Quotes About Identity

Becoming a Christian doesn't just add something to the old you; it creates a new you. The risen Christ indwells you now, never to leave (Rom. 8:10–11).

This world has no idea what you're really worth. Around here you are, at best, useful. You fit into a market niche or a voting bloc or some other impersonal category, to be manipulated for someone's selfish agenda.

She dresses herself with strength and makes her arms strong." But she is not using her strengths and abilities to compete with her husband. She is not driven by an identity crisis or treating her marriage as a matter of sexual politics. She is too mature for that. She is giving herself away to her husband, her family, and her community with wholehearted selflessness. A woman of this quality is rare: "An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.

Autobiography is the poor man's history.

I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

A man who drinks too much on occasion is still the same man as he was sober. An alcoholic, a real alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he will be someone you never met before.

Incredible the mass labor of the fat ugly masturbators of the 82nd AIRBORNE DIVISION! Wow have I seen gallons and gallons of sperm spilled, wasted, in the nights of North Carolina, and tons and tons of sheets stained, yellowed by the juice of these guys of the 82nd! Kilos and kilos! Piles and piles! Truckloads and truckloads of sheets full of vicious and doubtful traces and circles.

The soul began as unquestionably real and the self ended as arguably a fiction.

It's not easy going through life constantly questioning the punk credibility of everyone around you.

Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.

He wanted to be content with an identity nicely chopped into pieces of varying lengths, but whose character was always similar, without dyeing it in autumnal colors, drenching it in April showers or mottling it with the instability of clouds.

Recently, someone asked me if I believed in astrology. He seemed somewhat puzzled when I explained that the reason I don't is that I'm a Gemini.

The errors of muddling correlation with causation, necessary condition with sufficient causation, and sufficient causation with identity lie at the heart of the neuromaniac's basic assumption that consciousness and nerve impulses are one and the same, and that (to echo a commonly used formulation) "the mind is a creation of the brain".

I am now going to argue that neuroscience does not address, even less answer, the fundamental question of the relation(s) between matter and mind, body and mind, or brain and mind. If it seems to do so this is only the result of a confusion between, indeed a conflation of, three quite different relations: correlation, causation and identity.

Underestimesia: the condition of being chronically underestimated.

Consequently, no matter how they try, immigrants cannot prevent their children from becoming cultural products of the adopted country. Through their efforts at preservation, they can only accentuate the gap between the two cultures and prevent harmonization.

You don't have to work at what you are. Part of what you are is what you think you are, but what you think you are is not all of what you are. It is just an aspect of what you are. Being buddha means being unattached to your thoughts about what you are. If you think you are a worthy person or an unworthy person, not grasping those thoughts is buddha.

Jimmy Bowen: You've got to find your own songs, because nobody but you knows what you want to sing.

To me I'm just a regular person going to the mall with friends, and now I'm in Forever 21 and I see this random group of girls staring at me and taking pictures. But now I usually have my dad, who is a really tall and intimidating person with me, so he's kind of my bodyguard.

Excuse me, but what kinda black lady are you?" I smiled, looked at her, and said, "The kinda black lady that you wanna know.

The newspaper got it all wrong. They should have called me a harlot and a slut, a poseur and a tease, a nubile and naive, a slattern and a sleaze, a vandalist and anarchist, a dirty dilettante with a fatal and fervent disease. Because I was all of those things in the twelve days when there was too much rain and I was burning and I found and lost Justine.

I am beautiful for a brainy woman, brainy for a beautiful woman, but objectively speaking, neither beautiful nor brainy.

I have a Greek-American friend who named her daughter "Nike" and is often asked why she chose to name her offspring after a sneaker.

It was part of your religion to hate the British.