Quotes About Identity

Me entran ganas de gritar a la mujer que era yo hace unos años: «¡Quedarte embarazada no significa que vayas a tener un hijo, idiota!».

Maybe, thought Alice fearfully, the other Alice who has been living my life for the last ten years isn't very nice.

Her name was Susi, which seemed to indicate a worrying lack of judgment. Why didn't she call herself Susan? "Susi" sounded like a pole dancer. The other problem with Susi was that she appeared to be about twelve years old, and quite naturally, being twelve, she didn't know how to apply eyeliner properly. It was

I can't believe they let us name a person," Nick had said. "It feels like something only the King of the Land should be able to do." "Or the Queen of the Kingdom," Alice said. "Oh, they'd never let a woman name a person," said Nick. "Obviously.

staring at herself in speckled mirrors with a dizzy feeling of dissociation as she tried to work out who she really was without people who loved her to reflect back her personality.

She was the missing ingredient they needed. The hint of nutmeg. Connie

As Clementine walked back inside studying the photo, she wondered what sort of person Erika could have been, would have been, should have been, if she'd been given the privilege of an ordinary home.

I was just average, I'm afraid. Too dreamy. After school,

Masha smiled. "Good. At first it will feel strange. You will have to fake it. But then you will remember. You will think, 'Oh, that's right, this is how I talk, this is how I walk. This is me, Carmel.'" She knocked her closed fist against her heart. "This is who I am.

after a fancy-dress fortieth, and a very weird sober kiss with a fat man in the

They could fall in love with fresh new people, or they could have the courage and humility to tear off some essential layer of themselves and reveal to each other a whole new level of 'otherness', a level far beyond what sort of music they liked.

one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me?

Besides which, she was feeling much better–and she didn't have postnatal depression–she'd always been a grumpy, bitchy type of person. That was just her.

She'd always known she was a bit unnatural. Now it was proven. Her emotional responses were somehow never quite right. When she met Callum she thought he'd saved her, but obviously it was only temporary.

Nathan was pretending to be Ed. He was pretending to be a good man, and everyone was falling for it. "Sure

Motherhood and marriage had made her a soft, spongy version of the girl she used to be.

Smiley-face tattoos. How drunk must he have been? It kind of changed her entire view of the man. No longer the arrogant sneering man. He was Tony. Tony with smiley-face tattoos on his butt.

The younger man sitting next to her, her son perhaps, who looked to be in his forties, had a bar code tattooed on the back of his tanned neck, as if he were a supermarket product.

He looked simultaneously very young and very old, as if all the past and future versions of himself were overlaid on his face.

This is myself. You've always had some idea of me that doesn't exist.

The more jessica changed her face and body the less secure she got.

that beautiful woman held themselves differently; they swayed like palm trees in the breeze of all that attention. Cecilia wanted her daughters to run and stride and stomp. She didn't want Polly to bloody sway.

Show me your original face, the one you had before your parents were born.

We're not all beautiful , just like we're not all musical, and that's fine. And don't give me that inner beauty shining through crap either