Quotes About Identity

From two niches (to use Barber's word), North and South, we've splintered into hundreds of thousands, a nation of tribes connected not by kinship or even creed. We're merely tethered together by the Internet, by our brand loyalties and shared consumer obsessions.

But the fact is, I'm not work-identified. I'm not a lawyer or a writer. I'm a mom, and I'm a woman, and that's the kind of people I want to see in books in the starring role.

Truly I never thought of myself as writing legal thrillers, and I still don't think I do. I write stories about women.

The look he was going for was Friendly Suburban Dad, because that's what he was, but he suspected he'd achieved only Cialis Guy.

I know just what it's like to feel different from everyone else. And you know what? Being different can be pretty spelltacular!

It's hard to feel like you have to be something you're not.

I have a reputation to maintain." "Best-dressed pirate?

I'm Raine Benares, seeker and…" I looked up at Vegard. "What else are people calling me now?" The big Guardian chuckled and shook his head. "A lot of things, ma'am. Some you've heard, most you haven't, but I'm sure you could guess.

That's what siblings are: a reality check. Try to become someone you're not - affect an accent, or start quoting the temperature in Celsius instead of Fahrenheit- and they're the ones who smack you upside the head. Siblings are like potters; they try you by fire, glaze you with taunts, finish you with well-aimed jibes. If you emerge from that kiln without cracking, you can survive the world.

Were they laughing at me? I forced myself to block them from my mind, to concentrate on the lake, the water. What were they to me? People I met today, that was all. We shared blood. The One who mattered to me still found me worthy, still loved me, whether I knew when to curtsy properly or not.

When my identity is tied to circumstances I become extremely insecure because circumstances are unpredictable and ever-changing... We must tie our identities to our unchanging, unflinching, unyielding, undeniably good, and unquestionably loving God.

It's hard to let go of objects because they are full of stories...They speak to us of the life we had, and the lives we never knew...We can, in fact, never be free of our stuff until we have dealt with the stories it carries. In the end, it does indeed tell us something about who we are.

We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood? - Ridley Jones

People who stay in the same town with the same friends for their entire lives never get a chance to find out who they can really be, because they will always be considered as who they were.

She didn't call him Prince or Royal Highness. She called him Rodrigo. And while she very clearly wanted him, she wanted him only for what he brought to her as a man. It felt strange to simply be a man.

Being lesbian isn't a way of life, it's a trivial attribute that doesn't change your character.

Oh, child. The best thing is to know. I always tell 'em, best to be who you is. What you is deep down inside. Ain't no other good way of livin'.

The most important thing, I think. You can't run from your past. You have to take it for what it is and realize that it's part of you.

Eventually you have to stop letting people define you and start defining yourself. It's a lesson I'm both teaching and learning.

It's strange how you can feel guilty for a family history you didn't have anything to do with, isn't it?

When I'm with him, I feel like a completely different person. I like the way this person feels. And then I wonder - is this the person I really am? How can you know for certain what parts of yourself are authentic and what parts you've invented to make life bearable?

best to be who you is. What you is deep down inside. Ain't no other good way of livin'.

Who are you, really? The question penetrated, echoed, demanded an answer. It nipped at me in ways I wasn't prepared for, pinched in places I didn't like. Was I really so entrenched in the world I'd been raised in, so set in my ways that I couldn't look beyond the surface of another person and see a human being? Was I that shallow?

Books made me believe that smart girls who didn't necessarily fit in with the popular crowd could be the ones to solve mysteries, rescue people in distress, ferret out international criminals, fly spaceships to distant planets, take up arms and fight battles... Books made me feel beautiful when I wasn't. Capable when I couldn't be. Books built my identity.