Quotes About Identity

in my opinion some things about you would not change no matter what has happened to your memory.

Romany Gypsies—the Rom, they call themselves—are a nomadic people. They dislike staying under one roof too long. It makes them feel imprisoned

Milady," she said quietly, "I hardly recognize ye." Holly's smile wavered, and she took a deep breath. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing, Maude? What would my husband have said, if he had ever seen me like this?" "I think Master George would have loved to see ye in that red gown," Maude replied thoughtfully. "He was a man, after all.

The thing you never want your sister to be," my brother informed me, "is an unidentified woman on the news. Bad things happen to unidentified women.

What has happened to you? I hardly recognize you." "Nothing's happened. What do you--oh, yes, I've lost a bit of weight. Never mind that, I've just arranged to purchase a threshing machine." West's face glowed with pleasure. At first Devon thought he was being sarcastic. My brother , he thought, is excited over farming equipment.

Cam has been an outsider for his entire life. Even when he lived with the Rom. I think he's always secretly hoped he could someday find a place where he would belong. But until he met you, it didn't occur to him that it might not be a place he was looking for, but a person.

I had asked Todd once if he was gay, and he had said he didn't care if someone was a man or a woman, he was more interested in the person's inside. "So are you bisexual?" I had asked, and he had laughed at my insistence on a label. "I guess I'm bipossible," he had said, and pressed a warm, careless kiss on my lips.

First of all, there is no need to patronize me by implying that I'm Helen of Troy when it's clear that I'm no beauty.

I don't think I would have been able to stick with it and been proud of who I am and be feminine out on the court. I think I would have folded to the peer pressure if I didn't have my mom to encourage me to be me and be proud of how tall I am.

aesthetic representation is not an analogue for the material positions, means, or resources of those populations.

I wished I were a snake, so I could crawl out of my skin.

I had just taken over the identity of a felon, with the murder weapon sitting right in my glove compartment.

You need to tell me the truth," Griff said. "I'm starting to feel like a puppet in my own life." "I had to get an abortion. The next day," Luna said.

No, she said. She was crying because Irene had the same tracksuit that Paulie Walnuts was wearing.

Many young girls make that mistake at one time or another—they lose themselves in a boy.

But she understood from watching her mother that there was a cost to beauty—you were chained to it for years, and when it finally released you, you didn't know who you were anymore.

What year is it?" "It's 2019." "Who is president?" "No." "I'll accept that answer. What's your name?" "Luna Grey.

I'm trying to have my own thing, and I don't know if it's even possible. I didn't realize so many people actually think I'm trying to be like my dad. I read comments like 'She's no Elvis.' I'm not trying to be. I never set out to be.

His son. That funny creature that looked like a skinned rabbit was his son.

While he sat there he decided he would buy a waterbed. He had always imagined owning a waterbed when he was successful, but now it struck him that getting the bed might invoke the man he wanted to become. You bought a waterbed and so became the sort of man who owned a waterbed.

mostly, the world sees you the way you see yourself.

Your story is important.

I have nothing to hide I have nothing to protect I have nothing to prove I have nothing to defend Now..who do I chose to be?

It's our scars that define us.