Quotes About Identity

In any class I feel at home, and I am never accepted, because of the traces I bear of my other origins. This does not, instance by instance, cause me any pain, but my experience of rejection has been an agony.

It's funny – you Irish are so like the Serbs.

What is real i the absence of the fiction of self-existence.

To lose such an important listener in life is like losing my shadow. With no shadow, does a person truly exist under the sun? With no listener, does a person really have a voice? Silence means so many things to human beings. Some of them are unbearable.

They had to learn to see me as a sensual woman who desired a full, passionate life—not just a mother whose best years were behind her and whose future was limited to caring for grandchildren and other family members

She'd also noted that the volume was stamped Property of the Longboat Hotel, Scarborough and the bookmark was a folded copy of a bill for a week's stay directed to the account of Mr. and Mrs. A.H. Dalziel.

If Cuba is Hell, Miami is Purgatory.

I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not - to smile sweetly all the time - just to get recognition and love. I won't play the whore for anyone, least of all for journalists. I can't do that. I want to be loved, yes, but the way I am and not the way people would like me to be. I have to be allowed to be myself.

I define myself as a seminomad, so my world consist of transient places, where being at home is not possible.

I want to be liked for what I do, not for what I pretend to be. I try - maybe too forcefully at times - to have the courage of my convictions and to stand my ground when necessary.

I could tell that he had heard about me and that I would soon be a figure in the stories he would tell his grandchildren. A strange figure: The man who kept asking everyone about the yeti, and who himself looked like one. I did not want to know that tale, but I knew that it meant that the tale of the yeti - in some form - would exist forever. Storytellers die; their stories live on.

HÉ™lÉ™ bir azdan deyÉ™cÉ™ksÉ™n ki, mÉ™ni sevirsÉ™n,- eyli sonra dillÉ™ndi. -HÉ™, sevirÉ™m... Ravik yerindÉ™ qurcaland?. -MÉ™ni hÉ™lÉ™ yax?? tan?m?rsan ax?... -Bunun ona nÉ™ dÉ™xli ? -Çoxdur, sevmÉ™k kiminlÉ™sÉ™ ömrü baÅŸa vurmaq demÉ™kdir. -ElÉ™ ÅŸeylÉ™rdÉ™n ba??m ç?xmaz, bircÉ™ onu bilirÉ™m ki, kimdirsÉ™, onsuz yaÅŸamaq olmaz.

Ils étaient onze, deux Noirs, deux Jaunes, quatre Blancs, et trois allant du café au lait à l'huile d'olive. Mais leurs onze sangs mêlés dans une coupe n'eussent fait qu'un seul sang rouge.

The ego (one's self-perception) is a very shaky structure, easily undermined by unconscious drives and desires. It is possible to repress those drives for a while and feel like a capable, rational subject, but eventually they will reveal themselves in the form of idiosyncratic behaviour, slips of the tongue, even illnesses. The perception that one can craft an identity by copying that of someone else has created particular problems in today's society.

Inside, the lies you tell become the person you become. On the outside, sun and reality shrink people back to their actual size. In here, people grow into their shadows.

Judea is, for all intents and purposes, a temple-state.

the famed French theorist Ernest Renan, who years ago defined the nation as "a group of people united in a mistaken view about the past and a hatred of their neighbors.

Like most people born into a religious tradition, my faith was as familiar to me as my skin, and just as disregardable.

Jesus, on the other hand, was America. He was the central figure in America's national drama. Accepting him into my heart was as close as I could get to feeling truly American.

Jesus called himself "the Son of Man.

Yet if one wants to uncover what Jesus himself truly believed, one must never lose sight of this fundamental fact: Jesus was not a Christian. Jesus was a Jew preaching Judaism to other Jews. His

Indeed, everything that is currently being said about America's diverse Muslim population—that they are foreign and exotic and un-American—was said about Catholic and Jewish immigrants nearly a century ago.

Herod was convert,after all. His mother was Arab. His people, the Idumeans, had come to Judaism only a generation or two earlier.

Telling the truth is an important part of discovering who you are