Quotes About Identity

You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way. It is the law.

Why, Jon, why?" his mother asked. "Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don't you eat? Son, you're bone and feathers!" "I don't mind being bone and feathers, mom. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can't, that's all. I just want to know.

You wait a lifetime to meet Someone who understands you, accepts you as you are. At the end, you find that Someone all along, has been you.

Neden yaln?z bir yabanc? gibi tuhaf ve farkl? olduÄŸunuzu düÅŸünüyorsunuz? Sizin ba??n?za gelen sadece henüz ailenizi bulamam?? olman?zd?r.

ÖzgürlüÄŸünü yitirdikten sonra, yitirecek baÅŸka neyin kal?yor ki?

Jos oda buvo lygi, ?degusi - riešutmedžio spalvos, ir nesimat? jokios raukšlel?s, nieko, iš ko gal?tum nusp?ti, kas ji tokia; ji buvo tokia jauna, kad dar nesp?jo sukurti savo veido.

Sabes quién eres por dentro, pero la gente, desde afuera, ve algo distinto. Puedes elegir entre convertirte en la imagen y dejar que desaparezca quién tú eres, o continuar como eres y sentirte falso cuando representas la imagen.

Acaso no somos todos un retrato de lo que pensamos, de todas las decisiones que hemos tomado hasta ahora?

Birini koÅŸulsuz sevmek, kim olduÄŸunu ve ne yapt???n? umursamamakt?r. KoÅŸulsuz sevgi, d??ar?dan bak?ld???nda ald?rmazl?kla ayn? görüÅŸe sahiptir.

If       you will practice being fictional    for a while, you will understand       that fictional characters are          sometimes more real than             people with bodies                and heartbeats.

The price of being misunderstood, he thought. They call you devil or they call you god.

They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

Ellos son animales, de acuerdo, pero ¿por qué crees que eso nos convierte a nosotros en seres humanos?

They're animals, all right. But why are you so sure that makes us human beings?

Say your name over two hundred times and discover you are no one.

Denn wenn man niemanden hat, den man ab und an aus der Stadt verjagen kann, wie soll man dann wissen, dass man selbst dorthin gehört?

For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.

I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.

Our names were made for us in another century.

Everyone has a place in history. Mine is clouds.

We call everything a river here. We are that kind of people.

THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE There are days when that is the last place in the world that you want to be but you have to be there, like a movie, because it -----features you.

The river loved to tell everybody (everybody being the sky, the wind, the few trees that grew around there, birds, deer and even the stars if you can believe that) what a great river it was. I come roaring from the earth and return roaring to the earth. I am the master of my waters. I am the mother and father of myself. I don't need a single drop of rain. Look at my smooth strong white muscles. I am my own future!