Quotes About Identity

this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside, desire crested and wore itself thin between these bones— I live here.

You shall not twist my bones into a star's shape, nor plant my hair as roots for the dreams of the living; and if you open my heart and run your poet's fingers over its walls and cushions you will find it is like yours, dark.

because we had survived sisters and brothers, daughters and sons, we discovered bones that rose from the dark earth and sang as white birds in the trees Because the story of our life becomes our life Because each of us tells the same story but tells it differently and none of us tells it the same way twice . . (from, Why We Tell Stories)

Whatever was bound to happen in my story did not happen. But I know there are rules that cannot be broken. Perhaps a name was changed. A small mistake. Perhaps a woman I do not know is facing the day with the heavy heart that, by all rights, should have been mine.

I will not return to a universe of objects that do not know each other, as if islands were not the long lost children of one great continent

Sorry, No conprendo I don't speak Loser.

Is my name V? No... Then why would I follow U?

Do I look like a Jonas Brother? Then why is everyone waiting for me to lose it?

Todo momento de encontrar es un perderse a sí mismo.

Names have power. In certain cultures, just speaking a man's name gives you mastery over him.

I don't think a woman has to act like a man to show that she has strength.

What defines someone's music taste is their teens and early 20s. It's that combination of your sexual awakening and the music of the time, it fixes you forever.

Everyone is bisexual. Almost everyone has the sexual potential for anything.

There are many current examples that show quite powerfully that higher education does play quite a significant role in building national identity and supporting its assertion.

Memory revises me.

Dwelling As though touching her might make him known to himself, as though his hand moving over her body might find who he is, as though he lay inside her, a country his hand's traveling uncovered, as though such a country arose continually up out of her to meet his hand's setting forth and setting forth. And the places on her body have no names. And she is what's immense about the night. And their clothes on the floor are arranged for forgetfulness.

I crossed the border into the Republic of Motherhood and found it a queendom, a wild queendom.

I would know your scent anywhere. Even in the darkest night in the darkest room with a hundred other people." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Yes, Camille. I would know it. Always, I would know...you.

As writer Elisabeth Elliot phrased it, "The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian does make me a different kind of woman.

With God, it isn't who you were that matters; it's who you are becoming.

You're not the bad choices you may have made. You're who you are right now, and you're the next decision you make.

Wasn't my hair shorter than when they last saw me?

Full-time, not a semi-mer like me.

The queers could almost pass for the same species as the straights.