Quotes About Identity

I shall be dark and French and fashionable and difficult and you shall be sweet and open and English and fair. What a pair we shall be.

I believe there is a creator, a great creator of the world, but I do not know his name. I know the names that he is given by man. Why should I prefer one name to another? What I want to know is

Harry could come and go as he pleased; he was always a visitor in his own home. He never belonged to Wideacre as I belonged. Only Papa, the land and I were the constant elements in my life. Papa, the land and I had been inseparable since the first time I had seen Wideacre in its wonderful wholeness from between the hunter's ears. Papa, the land and I would be here forever.

might be that marriage was not the death of a woman and the end of her true self, but the unfolding of her. It might be that a woman could be a wife without having to cut the pride and the spirit out of herself. A woman might blossom into being a wife, not be trimmed down to fit.

What's your family?" he demanded through clenched teeth. "Boleyn." "What's your kin?" "Howards." "What's your home?" "Hever and Rochford." "What's your kingdom?" "England." "Who's your king?" "Henry." "Then serve them. In that order. Did I say the Spanish queen once in that list?" "No." "Remember it." I

It might be that marriage was not the death of a woman and the end of her true self, but the unfolding of her. It might be that a woman could be a wife without having to cut the pride and the spirit out of herself. A woman might blossom into being a wife, not be trimmed down to fit.

And nobody in this world will ever call me Mrs. Fool.

in the mirror. Her breasts were inches higher than their usual position, it

Like many women, she was unable to fit exactly with her husband's view. Her feet hurt: she could not walk in the path of her husband's choosing. She tried to dance to please him, but she could not deny the pain. She is the ancestress of the royal house of Burgundy, and we, her descendants, still try to walk in the paths of men, and sometimes we too find the way unbearably hard.

Nu vreau s? m? gândesc la faptul de a fi o femeie care nu poate tr?i în noua lume pe care o construiesc b?rbaÈ›ii. Nu vreau s? m? gândesc cum s-a ridicat Melusina din fântâna ei artezian? È™i s-a închis într-un castel, cât timp sunt refugiat? în sanctuar È™i noi, toate fiicele Melusinei suntem captive într-un loc, unde nu putem fi pe de-a întregul noi însele".

I had a small looking glass on the wall and I stood before it and gazed at my own reflection.

Does the difference matter? someone else asked. Does it matter whether the law seeks to protect you because you are an individual or because of the group of which you happen to be a member? That question floated around the room, and it has remained with me ever since.

The three things in life he'd wanted to avoid had all come to pass: "to wear eyeglasses, to lose my hair, and to become a refugee.

Sofka: The Autobiography of a Princess, a book

Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature.

In fact, those who most seem to be themselves appear to me people impersonating what they think they might like to be, believing they ought to be, or wish to be taken to be by whoever is setting standards. So in earnest are they that being in earnest is the act. For certain self-aware people, however, this is not possible: to imagine themselves being themselves, living their own real, authentic, or genuine life, has for them all the aspects of a hallucination.

Because she is my sister, and therefore one-half of me.

Boys never become men, they become skeletons and skulls.

If you need to be rescued by someone, become that someone yourself. Become Princess Charming. She is you.

Do we have a hand mirror?' I asked from the kitchen doorway. 'Never use one,' said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream. 'Naturally, you're a male. What you see is what you've got,' I said resentfully. 'Huh?' said Lester.

Eddie, Beth, and Caroline, this is . . ." She paused, waiting for the boys to say their own names. "Josh," said Jake. "Jake," said Josh. "Peter," said Wally. "Wally," said Peter.

What is a face really? It's own photo? It's makeup? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.

home lies in the things you carry with you everywhere and not the ones that tie you down.

A lack of affiliation may mean a lack of accountability, and forming a sense of commitment can be hard without a sense of community. Displacement can encourage the wrong kinds of distance, and if the nationalism we see sparking up around the globe arises from too narrow and fixed a sense of loyalty, the internationalism that's coming to birth may reflect too roaming and undefined a sense of belonging.