Quotes About Identity

But none of that really mattered. I had found my tribe. It felt like a family reunion for the family I'd never really known, a homecoming at the place where I was always meant to be but hadn't known how to find.

If I were in a different body, this would be the time I would lean down and kiss her. If I were in a different body, that kiss could transform the night from off to on. If I were in a different body, she would see me inside. She would see what she wanted to see. But now it's awkward.

This is what my voice sounds like I don't need to be talking to someone else To hear it

It was strange enough to think that Norah knew who I was before I knew who she was. That she'd been in Tris's orbit without me noticing. But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

We all think we are actors, given our scripts. But really? You're the playwright. You're the composer.

I have to keep reminding myself -- this is not me . It is chemistry. It is biology. It is not who I am.

We all contain mysteries, especially when seen from the outside.

Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen

Some of our parents were always on our side. Some of our parents chose to banish us rather than see us for who we were. And some of our parents, when they found out we were sick, stopped being dragons and became dragonslayers instead. Sometimes that's what it takes—the final battle. But it should take much, much less than that.

Fuck, I loved her then. And 'then' is blurring into 'now'. I'm thinking 'why not?' I'm thinking 'we're still the same people.

maura: i am isaac, will. me: don't be stupid. he's a guy. maura: no he's not. he's a profile. i made him up. me: yeah, right. maura: i did. no. no no no no no no no no no no no no no. me: what? no please no what no no please no fuck no NO. maura: isaac doesn't exist. he's never existed.

How did you know it was me?' I have to ask. 'The way you looked at me,' she says, 'It couldn't have been anyone else.

So what's your story?" Ryan asks. Avery looks up at him, hand still in the water. "My story?" "Yeah. Everybody has at least one.

If act one in life is about finding yourself, then act two is about finding everyone else.

Either way, you were connected. By your desires. By your defiance. By the simple, complicated fact of who you were.

If I woke up in a different body every day--if you never knew what I was going to look like tomorrow--would you still love me?

No. I don't. You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know.

Part of the problem is words. The fact that there are separate words for HE and SHE, HIM and HER. I've never thought about it before, how divisive this is. Like maybe if there was just one pronoun for all of us, we wouldn't get so caught on that difference.

I find it hard to look at her. I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth.

The body is the easiest thing to adjust to... It's the life, the context of the body, that can be hard to grasp.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving.

LYNDA: Don't get trapped into thinking people are halves instead of wholes. TINY: People are halves? LYNDA: They're not trying to sell you on it yet, but believe me, they will. The idea that two is the ideal, and that one is only good as half of two. You are not a half, and you should never treat someone else like a half. Agreed? TINY: Agreed!

Now I read the updates on her online profile and she read mine, and that's what we were to each other.

Like everyone else, Avery considers his inner world to be a scary, convoluted, inscrutable place. It is one thing to show someone your best, cleanest version. It's quite another to make him aware of your deeper, jagged self.