Quotes About Identity

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

The things you used to own, now they own you.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.

What...what are you?" she asked. "I'm Batman.

Be proud of your flaws,in them lies your uniqueness

Be sure that it is not you that is mortal, but only your body. For that man whom your outward form reveals is not yourself the spirit is the true self, not that physical figure which and be pointed out by your finger.

Everyone has the obligation to ponder well his own specific traits of character. He must also regulate them adequately and not wonder whether someone else's traits might suit him better. The more definitely his own a man's character is, the better it fits him.

To each his own. (Suum Cuique)

No, no soy brillante ni la mejor, no soy la mas coherente tampoco. Soy poco, y de lo poco que soy, poco entiendo.

Lo conozco, se que no va a ser feliz con nadie, porque ni siquiera es feliz consigo mismo. Siempre volvió, siempre vuelve, siempre va a volver.

Verme al espejo era la única manera de encontrarme con alguien qué sabia quien era.

Just remember who you are... The world will try to change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you.

And it's not just a matter of you hurting me. I will hurt you too, even if I don't want to, I'm not the girl you think I am. And you will remember this conversation , and wish that you'd listened to me.

You couldn't keep your mouth shut? I'm calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.

What could she tell him? I notice everything about him, from his flawed nose to his battle scars to his eyes as blue as an upland lake at midsummer. Sometimes I see the boy he would have been had it not been for his life at Ragmarket. He wears his pain on his face in unguarded moments; at other times, I can see just how dangerous he is. No, she couldn't say any of that.

It's not about what people think. It's about who you are.

As for my family, my father was Danel; he died as a mercenary in the southern wars," Han went on. "My mother's name was Sarah, called Sali, and my sister was Mari. They died last summer. But then, you already knew that. Every time you forget, I'll remind you. That's the blood sacrifice I made to be here, and that's enough.

Is it all right if I call you Jenna?" he asked. "If I can call you Wolf," she said. He scowled, gritting his teeth. "Could you please call me Adam?" "All right," she said. "I will try and think of you as a wolf called Adam.

You don't stop being who you are just because you've run away.

No, Hanson, this is not the scene where the girl puts on a skirt and some paint and her schoolmate, who's a little thick, suddenly realizes that she is his true love." "Oh," Ash said. "Good to know.

From day to day he slid out of one skin and pulled on another. No wonder it was hard to sort out who he was.

_You're not a thief. Not anymore._ If he said it often enough, it might stick.