Quotes About Identity

It's hard to remember someone when you don't know what they look like. Because A changes from day to day, it's impossible to choose a memory and have it mean more than that single day. No matter how I picture A, it's not going to be what A looks like now. I remember A as a boy and as a girl, as tall and short, skin and hair all different colors. A blur. But the blur takes the shape of how A made me feel, and that may be the most accurate shape of all.

It's just nice to see you out from his shadow. Because things don't grow from shadow, you know? So it was frustrating to see you standing there...and really cool to see you step out of it. I don't know who this new guy is, but make sure when you're with him, you're not standing in his shadow. Stand where everyone can see you. -Ben

I have always thought of the body as something that is written from the inside. I don't need Rhiannon's name on my skin, because it is already indelible in my thoughts.

jed is not a smoker but he's smoked. i am not a smoker and i have never smoked

I'm still me, and eventually he will see that.

The phoenix calls to me. It looks me in the eye and knows who I am. It knows that we each can be more than just one thing. It knows that we live in a perpetual state of beginning and a perpetual state of ending. I would wear that on my skin were I ever given skin of my own. I would let it send its wordless message to everyone I meet, as a way for them to get to know me a little more, to understand my flight path a little better

Why try to angle together the wall souvenirs of our new-to-New-York lives, when we could invent new hieroglyphs to represent us?

This is weird. I knew it would be weird, and it is weird, and I'm telling myself that of course it's weird, but soon it will go back to being something less weird. I know I spent tonight with a girl I'd never met before. But despite that, I still felt like I knew her instantly. Because A was A. It may have been a different body, a different voice, a different size and height. But when she looked at me, it was A. When she talked to me, it was A. How I felt--it was A.

You are not as messed up as I am.

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

We are not just kissing with our whole bodies, but with something that is bigger than our bodies, that is who we are and who we will be. We are kissing from a deeper part of our selves, and we are finding a deeper part of each other. It feels like electricity hitting water, fire reaching paper, the brightest light finding our eyes.

The conclusion I reach: I don't like my body very much, but I'm not sure I'd like anyone else's body any better. They're all strange when you look at them for too long.

But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves.

who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me. (...) But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? (...) I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. (...) I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

Budowanie charakteru nie polega na wymyÅ›laniu siÄ™ na nowo, a na dokÅ'adaniu do tego, co ju? masz. Do tych elementów, które sÄ… trwaÅ'e i mocne. Do tego, co kochasz.

I feel more like myself than I usually do because as I swim, I don't need to fully exist.

Cooper's loathing of everyone else—his parents, the people in his town, the men he chats with—is surpassed only by his loathing of himself.

We did not choose our identity, but we were chosen to die by it. For stupid arbitrary reasons instilled by people who refused to see how arbitrary they were. We believe in the golden rule, but we also believe that people fail to live up to it, time and again. Because they fall prey to differences. Because some use the arbitrary very deliberately to keep their own power.

En este sitio, en este momento, somos quienes queremos ser. Soy afortunado porque yo no necesito mucho coraje. Pero otros, en cambio, necesitan una valentía enorme para estar aquí.

Cuando eres amiga de alguien desde hace tiempo, es fácil pensar que te pertenece, como si la versión de la persona de la que te hiciste amiga fuera la única real. Si de pequeña no le gustaban los guisantes, nunca le gustarán, y si de repente cambia de idea y le encantan, es que se está engañando, ocultando su odio por los guisantes, fingiendo ser alguien que no es.

Esta es mi vida Soy una acumulación de objetos.

Esto sucedió antes de que nos conociéramos, antes de que encontrase a alguien que lo acogiera y le dijera que no había nada malo en él.

As pessoas gostam de dizer que ser gay não é como a cor da pele, não é uma coisa física. Elas dizem que sempre temos a opção de esconder. Mas, se isso for verdade, como é que eles sempre nos descobrem?