Quotes About Identity

From Joe Gardener's Notebook "You are taste and smell and feeling of pen on paper, you are perfect- Do you know how perfect you are? .. I am nothing but a pair of eyes, waiting to be looked into

Mr. Beeston

If aw his hums and haws were hams and haggises, the country wad be weel fed!

I was trying to break out of the suburbs, and when I did break out, I don't think I took my whole self with me - I think I played a role of being too cool and hip.

I mean, I kind of remember... I'm 36 now, so it's kind of hard for me to relate to what it was like when I was 25, or 24, but I do remember a period in time when that's how I defined who I was, by the music I listened to and the movies I went to.

Yeah, I like to be the maker of the art. And I like and want the money. But I don't really dig being famous.

It was a source of shame for my family that I was in rock and roll, which is so blue-collar. It just isn't done. And I felt it, too.

Could my problem have been that I was looking for validation in the wrong places all along?

It was true: I was starting to hate girls. Not that I was into the machismo of being a "manly-man." It was just that, for boys, there seemed to be more options available: there were more ways to be a boy and still be accepted, whereas the popular girls all appeared to be cut from the same cloth. Or they were clones or something.

Magritte presents ordinary objects in impossible contexts. He challenges us to our place in relation to the world: our own humanity.

Magritte presents ordinary objects in impossible contexts. He challenges us to consider our place in relation to the world: our own humanity.

We're not from the same Britain," Geoffrey said. "I don't come from your grandfather's Great Britain. I come from a rat-infested, coal-filled hole in England called Newcastle. My people were all miners, domestics, and dung shovelers.

had often occurred to Chen how shattering it must be for someone who had devoted their whole life to material possessions to suddenly find themselves in a world where status depended on entirely more intangible matters. He

For a young American woman, it was all too easy to convince an inquiring stranger that the work she did was menial, or that she existed as a plaything for the men she worked for.

I'm not the girl men chose. I'm the girl who's charming and funny and then drives home wondering what she did wrong. I'm the girl who meets someone halfway decent and then fills in the gaps in his character with my own imagination, only to be shocked when he's not the man I thought he was. I'm the girl who hides who she really is for fear I'll fall short.

Some days you're Superman, some days you're Clark Kent.

In becoming someone's anyone, I became no one's only one.

While I may hate that I was once fat, I am absolutely thankful that I grew up relying on something other than beauty.

I play the "Guess Who's on a First Date" game. Which ninety-seven-pound girl is eating her weight in pasta, thinking the best way to ensnare a man is by acting like you're an effortlessly sexy robot who doesn't sweat, poop, diet, or nag?

I want to ask him if he thinks I can get used to being seen like this, being loved like this. I want to ask him why I can be myself around him. Why I still belong to myself around him.

I'm a superstar alien from another galaxy! Where is my herd?

They weren't a centuries old hunter and a seventeen year old girl, sitting here at the edge of the world. They were just two people, Bonnie and Damon.

I can't go down there. They think I'm dead! Oh, you've remembered that. Good for you.

I am what I am, I'm doing very well in my life, and I'm thankful to God for that.