Quotes About Identity

Who is each one of us, if not a combinatoria of experiences, information, books we have read. . . . Each life is an encyclopedia, a library.

Solo essendo così spietatamente se stesso come fu fino alla morte, poteva dare qualcosa a tutti gli uomini.

Io continuavo a guardare lo scheletro, il Padre, il Fratello, l'uguale a me, il Me Stesso; riconoscevo le mie membra spolpate, i miei lineamenti incisi nella roccia, tutto quello che eravamo stati e non eravamo più, la nostra maestà, le nostre colpe, la nostra rovina.

In the field of suppressed languages there are many now that attract more attention ... Basque ... Breton ... Romany.... They all sign up for those.... Not that they study the language: nobody wants to do that these days.... They want problems to debate, general ideas to connect with other general ideas. My colleagues adjust, follow the mainstream, give their courses titles like 'Sociology of Welsh,' 'Psycho-linguistics of Provençal."...

I am the I of the present

Some books will remain famous but will be considered anonymous works, as for us the epic of Gilgamesh; others author's names will still be known, but none of their works will survive, as was the case with Socrates; or perhaps, all the surviving books will be attributed to a single, mysterious author, like Homer.

They have known her since she was a girl, they know everything there is to know about her, some of them may have been involved with her, now water under the bridge, over and done with; in other words, there is a veil of other images that settles on her image and blurs it, a weight of memories that keep me from seeing her as a person seen for the first time, other people's memories suspended like the smoke under the lamps.

Yoksa ben sigaraya kendi yeteneksizliÄŸimin ay?b?n? yükleyebilmek için mi öylesine tutkundum? acaba sigara al??kanl???mdan vazgeçsem o umduÄŸum güçlü, üstün adam olur muydum? belki beni tiryakiliÄŸime zincirleyen de o kuÅŸku olmuÅŸtur, çünkü insan?n kendisini gizli kalm?? bir büyük adam sanmas? rahat bir yaÅŸam biçimidir.

Egli sapeva che del viaggio poco si ricorda. Passano fisionomie e s'accumulano confuse in un cantuccio della memoria, diventando collettività, nazioni, sessi, mai individui. Come nel sogno, ch'era tanto difficile da ricordare, perché piombava dalla notte oscura in un lapo di magnesio in cui s'agitavano cose e persone.

It is comfortable to live in the belief that you are great, though your greatness is latent.

Some parts of the Arab sector do not understand that this is the state of Israel and this is a Jewish state.

I became something I had no name for in solitude and only later discovered the word for what I was and realized there were others like me.

Although I was the one cast out alone onto a transcontinental bus, home was running away from me

Gram is . . . is herself again, I'll have

It is never good news when a parent resorts to your full name.

on a ranch I believe I would have been called the choreboy.

I am not trapped in the wrong body; I am trapped in a world that makes very little space for bodies like mine.

You don't have to look a certain way to be a tomboy. Don't let anyone tell you that, ever, and please don't find that here in my words. Tomboy thrums in your heart. It's in your head. It's what is holding your spine in place. It can't be hidden by a haircut. It's not about nail polish or not. It's running right now in your veins. If it is in you, you already know. Tomboy blood is so much bigger than the outside of you.

I didn't know why it made my heart sing loud to itself that a stranger thought I was a boy. It just did. Made me feel like he could look inside me and see some part of the truth of me in there. But it did make me inexplicably sad that a stranger could see me, and my own family could not.

If being a man is something that required a person to tick off a bunch of boxes, not many people would make it through.

Any knowledge of homosexuality I might have had would have gone back to Victorian times. All those novels. You probably skirted under my radar, because you weren't wearing hoop skirts and high button boots.

She worries because she fears what the world might do to you, and because she doesn't know any successful tattooed butch storytellers with biceps and a brush cut. Yet.

If you do ever decide to go on testosterone, build yourself into a good man. The last thing the world needs is another misogynist prick.

My first rule is not to say or do anything too gender-specific, and to just let the stranger in question continue believing I am whatever gender they assume me to be, the catch being, of course, that I am quite often not certain just which gender box I should continue to help them make me fit into. This can get tricky quickly.