Quotes About Identity

Each nation feels superior to other nations. That breeds patriotism - and wars.

Our thoughts make us what we are.

No matter what happens, always be yourself.

It's not so much that we are losing our identities, but rather that we are no longer embracing false identities. If we hold on to what once defined us, we will miss out on the authentic identity we are being called to.

Spend the second half of our lives working less about what we do and more about who we become.

Your past comes with you no matter where you go.

You are -" she stopped fanning long enough to push the glasses up her nose - "Sprout Bradford?" I thought it was a little pretentious to say "You are Sprout Bradford?" instead of "Are you Sprout Bradford?" so I said, "I are Sprout Bradford!" in my best half-hick, half-retard voice.

What a child does when not told what to do is the final indicator of what and who that child is.

Jesus, Willard says, "does not call us to do what he did, but to be as he was, permeated with love. Then the doing of what he did and said becomes the natural expression of who we are in him.

Dallas Winston: Are you a real red head? Are you real? How can I find out if this is your real red hair? If this is the same red hair you have on your, uh, your, your, these eyebrows.

Is it fun being you?

What the hell does liberty mean anyhow? It's just a word like house or table or any other word. Only it's a special kind of word. A guy says house and he can point to a house to prove it. But a guy says come on let's fight for liberty and he can't show you liberty. He can't prove the thing he's talking about so how in the hell can he be telling you to fight for it?

WHAT YOU ASK IS AGAINST REGULATIONS WHO ARE YOU

I am trying to penetrate the mystery of why I am as I am- what I am- I have done everything well and right- and it can't be wrong because it was right.

Quotes › Authors › D › Damian Barr › The stories we tell ourselves about... The stories we tell ourselves about ourselves are very often not really what happened. And as I started to write stuff down, I started to challenge what I thought I knew about myself, my culture, my family, all of it. It was a huge, destroying process that completely took over my life. I just wasn't here, I mean I was physically present, but I wasn't here, I was back in the 1980s.

I'm not an American, but I have this weird connection to America in different ways through my dad living here for five years, my godfather being an American who I'm very close to.

I don't want to be an oddity, a freak, or a curiosity. I don't want to be the car wreck that people slow down to gawk at.

The jail clothes are designed to strip you of any identity and reduce you to a number. You don't even feel like a human being when you're wearing them. You have no dignity.

The ghosts in fire freeze and the ghosts in ice burn. Some died long ago; some were never born. Some ride the blood in my veins until it reaches my brain. Sometimes I even mistake myself for one. Sometimes I am one.

I'm not really one of those people who believes that if you're a musician you can just leave that behind and start getting into politics.

aterriza allí donde una vez su espíritu tuvo cuerpo, pero ella, mujer de acuarela, ya no es sólida.

showed him strangenesses in his own nature that partly alarmed him, but partly pleased him too – because they confirmed what he hoped about himself: that he did not belong, not quite, in the deadly properness around him. No, there was a whole aspect of his character that was an unmentioned half-brother to his civilised side: drunk and disorderly and primitive, closer to the woods than the city.

Interesting how the self can be split into segments, orgasm and observation at the same time, the eye that watches the I. Neither is me, but both might be.

But enough, we are the rainbow nation, which is to say it's a mixed and motley and mongrel assembly in the church today, restive and ill at ease, like antagonistic elements from the periodic table.