Quotes About Identity

I thought about the word profile and what a weird double meaning it had. we say we're looking at a person's profile online... and we assume it's the whole them we're seeing. But when a photographer takes a picture of a profile, you're only seeing half the face... It's never the way you would remember seeing them.

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.

I could relate to Miss Lucy because her life made absolutely no sense.

When I'm with you, I belong. It just naturally felt like that.

Even now, you refused to be pixelated, forgotten, silenced, erased. Not that I wanted to erase you. The opposite. I wanted the opposite.

with you I feel real. but then I worry about the me that lies beneath.

I remind myself that I don't need to know everything, that there will always be essential rooms within us that will be unknown. I loosen my idea of him, and he becomes recognisable again.

I'm not Justin. Even if she doesn't know it.

Answerless questions can destroy you.

All the other things I am - they're too complicated. I can feel them lying in wait, planning their return.

Every night I pray for a lovely, swoopy-haired homosexual to come to our school, in the same way that Margaret prayed for boobs and my grandfather prays for my eternal salvation.

What are you thinking, Evan? So I told him. Every you, every me. Fractals. Fracturs. I wonder who she is now, I said. So do I, Jack admitted. All the time.

I am not the enter of anything.

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?

suffuse , v. I don't like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

More than anything else, we want to fit into our own families.

If you're not a flaming Filipino dancing queen, they never, ever expect the Asian guy to be asking about gay sex. They always figure you want to talk about math. Or the violin.

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

Everything--the section of comfortable chairs in the middle, the long colourful chains that dangled lights from the ceiling--seemed designed to make you feel like you were part of something larger, without actually being made to feel small.

Hi. I'm Thom. With an 'h'. I tell him, I'm Gnorah. With a 'g'. The 'g' is silent. Like 'gnome.' Really? Thom says. No, not really. I have an 'h' too. At the end. Used to be just N-O-R-A but when I had the H legally added to my name after my dad failed to sign up Norah Jones when he had the chance. I don't like him to forget these things easily.

most people don`t know my name, and nobody knows hat to call me in relation to you.

By losing myself to her, I gain her.

I shed my borrowed life for an hour and put on the borrowed life of the book I'm reading.

if i told her about liking guys, she would probably stop trying to date me, which would be a huge plus, but i also know i'd immediately become her gay pet, and that's the last kind of leash i want. and it's not like i'm really that gay, i fucking hate madonna.