Quotes About Identity

And you wonder, what's wrong with me? Will anyone beautiful want me?

But is it possible for a woman to be too uninhibited, too willing, so as to seem almost too... masculine?

As if I were any man's idea! As if I exist because a man has an idea of me! As if I will be betrayed by him, lend him my body as an instrument for his idea, to be a mere apparatus of his dead theory. But they are too fussy to be able to act; they are all impotent, they can't take a woman. They come to their own idea every time, and take that. They are like serpents trying to swallow themselves because they are hungry.

When your main objective is to be a good kid, Catholicism makes everything extremely complicated

During the Sixties, we also became a culture of splinter-groups, of people who identified ourselves according to ethnicity, gender, special interests—a galaxy of minorities, united only by a sensibility that now regarded society at large with suspicion.

Vanda (as Dunayev): When she becomes herself--an individual. Thomas (as Kushemski): you only say that because you yourself are so individual. Vanda (as Dunayev): A man usually says that to a woman whose individuality he is about to undermine.

We need to love ourselves in order to feel good about who we are. This love is called self-esteem.

Surviving as a people in the face of a society that wanted to dispossess them and deny who they were was their great contest. It is a struggle—a fundamentally colonial one—that has lasted to this very day.

white identity politics has always—always—centered on oppressing others.

I felt free to like all three of these men now, because I'd realized I didn't have to become them.

I'd trapped myself in a script.... But to be scripted at all is to be prepackaged, programmed, pinned to a page. Only the unwritten can truly live a life. So who I was, what I was, had to be unwritten.

I didn't hurt anymore, didn't feel like hiding anymore, wasn't scared anymore. Because I wasn't anything anymore. Not anything I love or know or care about. Because thou shalt not kill, Kade. Thou shalt not kill. With all my heart I believed this. And I killed. So what am I now? And why should I live? How am I even alive? Because if this is what our lives are - if doing this to others before they do it unto us is all our lives are - we're already dead.

I simply knew, via song, sunlight, redwings and cottonwoods, that there was a world I was born to live in, that the men I was standing beside lived in another, and that as long as I remembered this their words would never hurt me again.

When Peter renounced the world he grew up in and the people he grew up with, I believe it was exactly as heroic as that of a person who, finding himself prone to violent seasickness, renounces yachting. Hell, Pete was hardly 'in the world' in the first place. That was just the problem. He knew more about 13th century Sufi Orders and the Ptolemaic Universe than the rivers and hills and sewers and mills in southwestern Washington.

Did you hear about the baby just born that was both sexes? It had a penis and a brain. —overheard at the University of Oregon Medical School

As members of God's kingdom, we're called to conquer the barriers between who we are and who God wants us to be. Our goal is to "come over" from where we are today, and to flourish as the person God made us to be.

We are not citizens of earth who are going to heaven; we are citizens of heaven who are traveling through earth.

Palestinians" is a generic term used to refer to Arabs who occupied the land of Palestine prior to 1948 and who were displaced when Israel was made a nation. Palestinians resent that displacement; they want their land back, and they want Israel to be erased from the map. They want Jews either to be killed or to leave their land and live elsewhere in the world. Acts of terrorism are their ongoing effort to attack Israel's right to exist.

It reminds us of a statement attributed to Voltaire: "God created man in His own image, and man has been trying to return the favor ever since.

After living with a flurry of stepfathers, American's mother finally settled on a man who thought he was a woman. One day when American was sixteen, he came home from school to every kid's nightmare: an empty house. The only things left were his bed, his books, his clothes, and his Commodore 64 computer. His mother had sold the home to pay for two plane tickets and the fee for her boyfriend's sex change operation. American packed up his computer. He was on his own.

He had ceased to be Shimonkeh when they took his mother. He ceased to be Shimon when they took his clothes and half his hair. He was prisoner #641, a slave belonging to Albert Speer.

There is nothing wrong with being gay. It's like being Swedish. A little different but in no way important.

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.

You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.