Quotes About Identity

I may be fat and ugly, but I'm not stupid. If anyone had ever gotten past my looks, they might've noticed I have a brain.

Take pride away from a man and you might as well run a knife through his heart.

She nodded. Nick opened the door, but she paused on the threshold. Noah? What's your last name? Clayborne, he answered. Noah Clayborne.

Being attractive should have nothing to do with being accepted. It is what is inside a person that matters

I remember being called a pig. You do? You know good and well, I do. I was called a pig in two languages. You were? I was.

A barren woman served no purpose in this kingdom. Her very reason for existing had been snatched away.

Max finally took the phone from her when she held it out him and said, Simon wants to talk to his white brother. I carry a gun now, he reminded his brother. So stop calling me that.

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You're way too serious for your own good. I personally think you suffer from middle-child syndrome. You know, you're filled with insecurities and phobias, and you have this need to constantly prove yourself.

At times, circumstances conspire to make us believe the lies we tell ourselves. Everything- the weather, the season, the fall of light- sets the stage for our play; we find ourselves, instead of acting, becoming the characters, moving into a reality in which we're inseparable from our roles.

Varian sat silent for a moment, his hands between his knees. All my life I've enjoyed perfect privilege, he said. American, rich, Protestant, Harvard-educated. I could walk down the street anywhere and feel, God help me, like a master.

He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.

What is left of a woman once her last five pounds are gone?

Later, your mother says, Didn't everything used to have a name?

MOSTLY, they were ashamed of us.

Was it their face, in fact, for which they were guilty? Did it fail to please in some way? Worse yet, did it offend? IN

Is it a blessing in disguise, or is it just a disguise? And if it's just a disguise, then what is it disguising?

Many of us had lost everything and left saying nothing at all. All of us left wearing white numbered identification tags tied to our collars and lapels.

Soon we could barely recognize them. They were taller than we were, and heavier. They were loud beyond belief. I feel like a duck that's hatched goose's eggs.

Up there I'm just passing as me.

They had a confidence that we lacked. And much better hair. So many colors. And we regretted that we could not be more like them.

I never really even tried. But if I'm not a New York actress, what am I? I'm a person who takes a subway from the outer boroughs to lower Manhattan office every morning, who spends her days answering phones and doing copying, who is too disconsolate when she gets back to her apartment at night to do anything but sit on the couch and stare vacantly at reality TV shows until she falls asleep. Oh Godm it really was true, wasn't it? I really was a secretary.

There is something absent in me, I thought. Something incomplete. Even my mother couldn't describe me. There was something empty in me that in other people was full.

I had just wanted to be part of a story; I wanted to be a person who had a story to tell.