Quotes About Identity

He always felt like he had lived his life in between spaces, at the crossroads of cultures. Between cultures, places, and people. Africa, America, France. He took them all for himself, for they all belonged to him, blending them to create a new self, one that he believed could represent the future

Why should I be polished and improved like goods for sale? I might not even want to marry! And besides, I have many skills. I can read and write and play the flute and harp. Why should I change to please some man? If he doesn't like me the way I am, then he can get some other girl for his wife.

I could not imagine living away from Sevenwaters, away from all that was so much a part of me. Maybe, if you cared enough about someone, you could do it and not feel your spirit torn in two. But the forest keeps her hold on all those who are born there, and they cannot travel far without the yearning in them to return.

You are a child no longer, whatever you might wish. You are a woman with a woman's body, and you do not think or feel as you did back there at Sevenwaters, when you ran wild in the forest and the trees spread their canopy to shelter you. Men will look at you. Come to terms with it, Sorcha. You cannot hide forever. They will look at you with desire in their eyes. You were taken against your will, and it damaged you. But life goes on.

Seven years of this and I'll have lost whatever edge I once had, I said. I'll have turned into one of those well-fed countrywomen who pride themselves on making better preserves then their neighbors, and give all their chickens names.

You can speak to me. Not without a name, at least. Grim. And you are her servant? At the expression on his face, I added, Brother? Husband? He narrowed his eyes at me. Traveled here with her. Fixed the place up for her. I look after her. That enough for you? After what seemed to me a carefully judged pause, he added, My lord?

Why should I change to please some man? If he doesn't like me the way I am, then he can get some other girl for his wife.

Mistress Blackthorn? Fool. Who else would it be?

History is precious; ritual is precious. Lose that and we lose the knowledge of our own being, Lose the thread of ancestry, lose the tales, and we are adrift without identity.

The Americans are the living refutation of the Cartesian axiom, I think, therefore I am: Americans do not think, yet they are.

The best and most authentic reaction against feminism and against every other female aberration should not be aimed at women as such, but at men instead. It should not be expected of women that they return to what they really are and thus reestablish the necessary inner and outer conditions for a reintegration of a superior race, when men themselves retain only the semblance of true virility.

Just because you're bron to someone, it doesn't mean you belong to them.

deseaba tomar una esposa y vivir como un hombre normal... no para engañar a otros, sino para engañarse a sí mismo, convencerse de que no era diferente en modo alguno de otros hombres.

My head was a stage wrapped in a curtain of black velvet, and on the stage stood a single actress, named Naomi.

I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name My name is my own my own my own and I can't tell you who the hell set things up like this but I can tell you that from now on my resistance my simple and daily and nightly self-determination may very well cost you your life

I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black; it means that I must undertake to love myself and to respect myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect.

I am the history of the rejection of who I am

My heart is not peripheral to me.

I am a woman. And I am seeking an attitude. I am trying to find reasons for pride.

The idea was that everything personal was political; in fact, henceforth nothing was supposed to be regarded as 'personal' or private.

Muitas camponesas que vinham para a cidade mudavam de trajes para não parecer caipiras. Mas ela era inteiramente descontraída com suas roupas, o que mostrava a força de seu caráter.

Those touched-up images were not what her mirrors had been telling her for some time.

Yaban KuÄŸular? - Çin'de Üç K?zkardeÅŸ

Nothing else has any efficacy, I might as well be myself. - But your yourself sucks! - It is, lamentably, all I have.