Quotes About Identity

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.

What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.

Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

A tko si ti, što tu pod plaštem no?i U tajne moje misli prodireš?

Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.

Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.

I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.

O! be some other name: What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.

Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths

Oh, Romeo, Romeo! ¿Por qué eres Romeo? Renuncia a tu padre, abjura tu nombre; o, si no quieres esto, jura solamente amarme y ceso de ser una Capuleto.

Do you know me, my lord?' Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

That which we call a rose      By any other name would smell as sweet;

If I lose my honor, I lose myself.

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Not I; I must be found; My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Brutus. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, 140 But by reflection, by some other things.

But when in other habits you are seen –   Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen!

The apparel oft proclaims the man

Romeu, Romeu! Ah! Porque és tu Romeu? Renega o pai, despoja-te do nome; ou então, se não quiseres juro ao menos que amor me tens, porque uma Capuleto deixarei de ser logo.

O be some other name.

a raven's heart within a dove.

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?

Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love. Jessica: Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed. For who love I so much? And now who knows but you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lorenzo: Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.