Quotes About Identity

I have never belonged to a tribe. It gives me a different perspective. Perhaps if I did, I too would feel ill at ease in Les Marauds. But I have always been different. Perhaps that's why I find it easier to cross the narrow boundaries between one tribe and the next. To belong so often means to exclude; to think in terms of us and them - to little words that, juxtaposed, so often lead to conflict.

But I have always been different. Perhaps that's why I find it easier to cross the narrow boundaries between one tribe and the next. To belong so often means to exclude; to think in terms of us and them – two little words that, juxtaposed, so often lead to conflict.

we have the uncanny knack of focusing on difference; as if excluding others could make our sense of identity stronger. And yet, in all my travels, I have found that people are mostly the same everywhere.

Places all have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

To belong so often means to exclude;

Monsieur Moscat .... You won't ever guess HIS favorite, [Lucie] says. He hasn't gotten one. [Vianne:] I find that difficult to believe, I smile. Everyone has a favorite. Even Monsieur Muscat. Lucie considers this for a moment. Maybe his favorite is the one he takes from someone else, she tells me limpidly.

To belong so often means to exclude; to think in terms of us and them - two little words that, juxtaposed, so often lead to conflict. - Monsieur Le Curé.

You're really that good? he said at last. Loki shrugged. I'm Loki.

A história de toda a gente começa a meio da de outra pessoa, com meadas confusas de narrativa à espera de serem desenroladas. E de quem é esta história afinal?

Vraj má ?lovek len jeden život. Na internete zistíte, že to nie je pravda. Zadajte si do Googlu svoje meno a uvidíte, ko?kí ?alÅ¡í ho nosia. Sú to ?udia, ktorými by sme mohli byÃ…Â¥: úbožiak, Å¡portovec, takmer slávny herec, odsúdenec ?akajúci na smrÃ…Â¥, slávny kuchár, osoba s rovnakým dátumom narodenia ako vy... tiene toho, ?o mohlo byÃ…Â¥, keby bolo vÅ¡etko trochu inak.

Se só me faltassem os outros, vá, um homem consola-se mais ou menos das pessoas que perde; mas falto eu mesmo, e esta lacuna é tudo.

Escapei ao agregado, escapei a minha mãe não indo ao quarto dela, mas não escapei a mim mesmo. Corri ao meu quarto, e entrei atrás de mim. Eu falava-me, eu perseguia-me, eu atirava-me à cama, e rolava comigo, e chorava, e abafava os soluços com a ponta do lençol.

Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do.

I'm not myself, she offered, guiltily. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish. He smiled. You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

Many people in the village wanted her to be more of a girl, and Peter had wanted her to be large and brave but a little less large and brave than him. But Pine Sap was sure enough to want her to be exactly who she was.

Maybe all of her strangeness, her curse, her always feeling like an outsider, had all existed so that she could belong here, with Peter.

You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way. Only one thing about change remains constant...it is always painful

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.