Quotes About Identity

Certain folks start playing Sindh Card despite having ravaged the life of the common Sindhi.

Ethnic-based politics is being used to exhort people, to serve own ends - this is anathema to concept of nationalism.

Elke overtuiging is het masker van een bepaald soort mensen, maar met welke overtuiging ze zich ook maskeren, ze blijven toch altijd dezelfde mensen en ze doen steeds opnieuw hetzelfde.

No escribo, luego no soy.

Myslím, že na místa, kde se odvíjely rozhodující události naÅ¡ich život?, stojí za to ob?as zavítat, abychom zjistili: nemáme sami se sebou nic spole?ného.

Onze tijd is niet gunstig voor het behoud van het individu.

No" — I could never be another person's father, fate, god, "No" — it should never happen to another child, what happened to me; my childhood. (Auschwitz).

I have felt that some sort of awful shame is attached to my name and that I have somehow brought this shame along from somewhere I have never been, and that I have carried this sin as my sin even though I have never committed it; this sin pursues me all my life, which life is undoubtedly not my own even thought I live it , I suffer from it die of it.

Indeed, the sense of shame seems to me to be the earliest indication of the moral consciousness of our race.

If I turn into another, dig me up from under what is covering the better me

My father was a statesman, I am a political woman. My father was a saint. I am not.

We must keep both our femininity and our strength.

I used to be human once. So I'm told. I don't remember it myself, but people who knew me when I was small say I walked on two feet, just like a human being...

Sadly though, the general feelings among straight men is, 'I ain't no fucking faggot, so keep clear of my ass.' Thus, a lot of men deprive themselves of this (anal sex) highly pleasurable sensation.

Ivan and I: the world converging. Malina and I, since we are one: the world diverging.

There are people who think that Malina and I are married. We never considered that we might be married, that such a possibility could exist, nor even the idea that other people might think that we were married. For the longest time it never crossed our minds that, like other people, we appear as man and wife wherever we go. This was a complete surprise for us, but we had no idea what to make of it. We laughed a lot.

I've found out that I don't belong anywhere anymore, I don't long to be anywhere, but I used to think I had a heart and I belonged in Austria. But one day it all comes to an end, you lose both heart and soul, and now there is something bleeding to death inside of me but I don't know what it is.

Grenzt hier ein Wort an mich, so lass ich's grenzen. Liegt Böhmen noch am Meer, glaub ich den Meeren wieder. Und glaub ich noch ans Meer, so hoffe ich auf Land. Bin ich's, so ist's ein jeder, der ist soviel wie ich. Ich will nichts mehr für mich. Ich will zugrunde gehen. Zugrund - das heisst zum Meer, dort find ich Böhmen wieder. Zugrund gerichtet, wach ich ruhig auf. Von Grund auf weiss ich jetzt, und ich bin unverloren.

Once one has survived something then survival itself interferes with understanding, and you don't even know which lives came before and which is your life of today, you even mix up your own lives.

I am a dead man who wanders registered nowhere

She wondered all the same how much they really had to say to one another, given that they had only this city in common and a similar way of talking, the same intonation, perhaps she'd just wanted to believe after that third whiskey on the roof garden at the Hilton that he would give her back something she'd lost, a missing taste, an intonation gone flat, that ghostly feeling of home, though she was no longer at home anywhere.

The children are in love but do not know with what. They talk in gibberish, muse themselves into an indefinable pallor, and when they are completely at a loss they invent a language that maddens them. My fish. My hook. My fox. My snare. My fire. You my water. You my current. My earth. You my if. And you my but. Either. Or. My everything...my everything...They push one another, go for each other with their fists and scuffle over a counter-word that doesn't exist.

Bir ölüyüm ben, dola??p duran Art?k hiçbir yerde kayd?m yok. Bilinmiyorum mülki amirin görev yerinde. Say? fazlas?y?m alt?n kentlerde. Ve yeÅŸeren taÅŸra yörelerinde... VazgeçilmiÅŸim çoktan, ve hiçbir ÅŸeyle an?msanmam???m. Yaln?zca rüzgarla ve zamanla ve sesle, ben insanlar aras?nda yaÅŸayamayan...

I have lived in Ivan and die in Malina.