Quotes About Identity

I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust.

Woolf wanted to say dangerous things in Orlando but she did not want to say them in the missionary position.

So how do you suddenly lose the habit of yourself? of day follows night? of the snows of yesteryear? of rosy apples? of the yearning for love, which is never enough? from "Moment of Silence

Eve from the rib, Venus from foam, Minerva from Jupiter's head – All three were more real than me. When he isn't looking at me, I try to catch my reflection on the wall. And I see the nail where a picture used to be.

I let myself be invented, modeled on my own reflection in his eyes. I dance, dance, dance in the stir of sudden wings.   The

We, too, can divide ourselves, it's true. / But only into flesh and a broken whisper. / Into flesh and poetry.

My identifying features are rapture and despair.

At seventeen we imitate everything except ourselves.

Pero cómo contestar a preguntas nunca hechas, si, además, una es para vosotras tan nadie.

I am a tarsier and a tarsier's son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out

Myself, I'm quite embarrassed, I, a human.

Only what is human can truly be foreign. The rest is mixed vegetation, subversive moles, and wind.

Moje znaki szczególne to zachwyt i rozpacz.

I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other. I could have had different ancestors, after all. I could have fluttered from another nest or crawled bescaled from under another tree. Nature's wardrobe holds a fair supply of costumes: spider, seagull, field mouse. Each fits perfectly right off and is dutifully worn into shreds.

When you're sorting yourself out, family are not often the ones you can turn to. They represent the place of departure and not the place of arrival.

When it comes to the crunch, coming out is the greatest of all confessions. Nothing is more difficult to acknowledge. When we become ourselves we reach right back to the time when we were conceived out of our parents' passion. We murder their lives. There can never be any forgiveness.

the love which Kahu received from Koro Apirana was the sort that dropped off the edge of the table, like breadcrumbs after everybody else has had a big meal.

Homeland is not a blot on a map but the living essence of man

The world was indeed a kind of screen and did not manifest itself other than by passing me on and on—I was just the bouncing ball that objects played with!

Nie ufa?em wiarom, doktrynom, ideologiom, instytucjom. Mog?em wi?c oprze? si? tylko na sobie. Ale przecie? by?em Polakiem, urobionym przez polsko??, ?yj?cym w Polsce. No wi?c trzeba mi by?o poszuka? mojego ja g??biej, tam gdzie ono ju? nie by?o polskie, a po prostu cz?owiecze.

The individual is a nut so impossible to crack that no theoretic tooth will be able to manage it. And so nothing will be able to justify your defeat, bumblers!

Sonuna kadar insan olmayanlar?n sonuna kadar dünya olmayan dünyas?n? bir ân bile unutam?yordum -ve panikle korka korka, acayip iÄŸrene iÄŸrene, onun batakl?k yeÅŸilini sadece gözümde canland?rd???mda bile ürpere ürpere yine de ondan kopmay? beceremiyordum; mini mini bir kuÅŸun y?lan?n görüntüsüyle büyülenmesi gibi büyülenmiÅŸtim.

My literature must remain that which it is. Especially that something which does not fit into politics and does not want to serve it. I cultivate just one politics: my own. I am a separate state.

Witold Gombrowicz