Quotes About Identity

i have wiped your face off my face ripped your shadow off my shadow levelled the hills in you turned your plains into hills set your seasons at odds within you turned all the ends of the world from you wrapped the path of my life around you my impenetrable my impossible path now you just try to find me

c'est que je continue à les porter. Je les enlève avant

I don't know the world, I don't even know myself. I'm forever daydreaming and often can't tell dreams from reality.

Le monde est un grand bal où chacun est masqué.

What is it to inhabit a world? How does one make the world one's own? What is it to lose one's world?

We are thirteen, almost fourteen, and these streets of Sea Cliff are ours.

We are thirteen, almost fourteen, and these streets of Sea Cliff are ours. We walk these streets to our school perched high over the Pacific and we run these streets to the beaches, which are cold, windswept, full of fishermen and freaks. We know these wide streets and how they slope, how they curve toward the short, and we know their houses.

How do you feel?" Ewa asks. "Betrayed." "By who?" she says. "Whom," I say. "Who?" "I feel betrayed by my femininity.

I hope my girls don't grow up to be models," Maria Fabiola says. But there is something in her voice that implies that this will be difficult to fight-their beauty will pull them inexorably toward modelhood.

She says that you were all molded into being replicas of one another. She says the only way out was to be extraordinary.

Could I write an autobiographical novel, I wonder? Can one make a book out of the very essence of one's self? Perhaps so, if one was left with one's gift stripped bare of all that made it worth having, and nothing else was left...

Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You've got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I've got my Freud mixed up. It's just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.

Most of us have nicknames—annoying, endearing, embarrassing. But what about your true name? It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called. Ever wonder why? Your true name has the secret power to call you .

The funny thing is that I'm the girl who no one sees at the beach. Ask anyone who's traveled with me. Normally, I'm in so many layers, I look like Lawrence of Arabia!

All of man's troubles have arisen from the fact that we do not know what we are and do not agree on what we want to be.

Home is) a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.

If the Core Values are the soul of the organization, the core Purpose (some call it "mission") gives it heart.

Intersectionality To the strange folk wandering through the byways of Agenda 21, intersectionality (an ugly word if ever I saw one – as, incidentally, are many of the words created by and for the Agenda 21 disciples) is the theory that as individuals we are discriminated against and oppressed by social identities such as race, sex and class. (They never mention age, of course, because old people don't count.)

Multiculturalism Multiculturalism was introduced as an early attempt to destroy nationalism. The bizarre and unpopular millennial celebrations held in London were an early version of Agenda 21 – designed to help eradicate English nationalism. Anyone who opposes multiculturalism is automatically denounced as a racist.

To change what you get you must change who you are.

Your unhappiness consists of what you cannot be told about yourself.

To return to the basic idea, you must see that there is a difference between your True Self and your False Self. The True Self is the essential you. It is pure, unconditioned, natural, spiritual. It has nothing to do with ego-competition, pretense, self-deception, pride, vanity, arrogance, and other negativities that keep a man afraid. All such items belong to the False Self.

What a dawning appears to the man or woman who earnestly inquires, 'Who is living my life for me?' Am I really thinking for myself or am I unknowingly projecting acquired ideas which may be all wrong?

Sharpen your sword daily , and let it serve your true master: YOU. You and the Master are one