Quotes About Identity

The fact that she had more clothes to sleep in than to go out in said a lot about her

But even though she's started the game in the first place, she no longer wanted to play. Somewhere along the way, her heart had flipped on her. She could pretend to be a bad girl all she wanted. It was only an illusion. The truth was, she needed more than sex. And that really pissed her off about herself.

I'm not defined by someone I thought I was dating, Luke, or what I do for a living. I'm not defined by what people think of me. My happiness comes from within, and I—

I just don't want you to… What? Be reminded of the girl that I used to be…

I don't have a nervous system, I am a nervous system...

She spent a lot of time letting people see only what she wanted them to—a hardworking professional woman on top of her game. And yet somehow in a matter of days she'd revealed herself to him, letting him see someone else entirely. The real her, maybe.

Fact was, she just wasn't that same person anymore. Her remaining scar was a reminder of that, like an ex-smoker who kept a pack of cigarettes somewhere as proof she was stronger than that. It was a badge of honor and a marker place for where she was in her life right now. And as it turned out, memories—the good, the bad, and the ugly—really were what made a person.

Problem?" Riggs asked. "You mean other than my life sucks and I'm wearing a unicorn onesie?

I'm a lesbian. I'm not dead.

Just because you've never felt like you fit in doesn't mean anything's wrong with you. It means you haven't found your place yet.

Coloring all of us with the same pen then?

That kind of love is a gift," he said. "It's our core, and it makes us who we are." He looked at her. "And if we share it, pass it on, it only grows stronger.

I am the opposite of most people: for me home is work and work is home. I breathe a sigh of relief when I am buried under the weight of immense work obligations, and I vibrate with anxiety when I imagine this thing called relaxing with a cup of tea.

I still can't believe, Michael said, sotto voce, that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.

Screw up my life? He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow. He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, Do your worst.

Being a wizard gives you more power than most, but it doesn't change your heart. We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

Something like this will test you like nothing else, Mac said. You're going to find out who you are, Harry. You're going to find out which principles you'll stand by to your death--and which lines you'll cross. He took my empty glass away and said, You're heading into the badlands. It'll be easy to get lost.

Molly, you are a good person. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Not even yourself.

Souls, I said. I mean, you always wonder if they're real. Even if you believe in them, you still have to wonder: Is my existence just this body? Is there really something more? Do I really have a soul? Uriel's smile blossomed again. You've got it backward, Harry, he said. You are a soul. You have a body.

Lacuna peered at my shirt. Aer-O-Smith. Arrowsmith. Does the shirt belong to your weapon dealer? No. Then why do you wear the shirt of someone else's weapon dealer?

All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.

Lies. Mab cannot change who you are.

No," she said. "You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore." She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. "And this sure as hell isn't pottery class.

Oh, I get it, I said. You're Evil Harry, lurking inside Good Harry. Right? And you only come out at night?