Quotes About Identity

Over her shoulder was Josie-and for the first time, Alex could really see a piece of herself in her daughter. It wasn't so much the shape of the face but the shine of it; not the color of the eyes but the dream caught like smoke in them. There was no amount of expensive makeup that would make her look the way her Josie did; that was simply what falling in love did to a person. Could you be jealous of your own child?

Sometimes all it take to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

You are not an impostor," Sam Hallowell told me. "You are not there because of luck, or because you happened to be in the right place at the right moment, or because someone like me had connections. You are there because you are you, and that is a remarkable accomplishment in itself.

Success would come only at the expense of losing her cool, at the risk of turning into someone she did not want to be.

But identification is not the same as knowing someone through and through—the man you fell in love with years ago might look the same and speak the same and smell the same yet be completely different.

I'm a daughter from a strong man and beautiful mommy, and I'm so proud to be I am.

Just because you choose to leave a place did not mean that you could escape taking it with you. A man and a woman who lived together long enough might swap traits, until they found parts of themselves in each other. Jettison a personality and you just might find it taking up residence in the heart of the person you loved most.

Do you ever go back? Ruthann nods, When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed.

And when your wife is not the same person you fell in love with eight years ago, where exactly does that leave you? Do you try to get to know who she has become, and hope for the best? Or do you keep deceiving yourself in the hope that she might wake up one morning and have gone back to the woman she used to be? May be, Caleb thinks with a small shock, he isn't the same person he once was, either.

They look up at me and see a rich lady in maternity clothes. They don't realize I am one of them.

Who we are is about not what we do, but why we tell ourselves we do it.

How incredibly easy it is to hide behind white skin, I think, looking at these probable supremacists. The benefit of the doubt is in your favor. You're not suspicious. The few black faces in the room stand out in harsh counterpoint.

It was possible, Trixie supposed, that everyone had two faces: Some of us did a better job of hiding it than others.

How are you going to know who I am, she finally said, if I dont look like me?

I used to have pink hair, I told Seven. I used to have a real job, he answered. What happened? He shrugged. I dyed my hair pink. What happened to you?

I wonder if it's putting on someone else's skin for a while that she likes so much, or if it's the option of being able to send back a circumstance that just doesn't suit you.

Sometimes Josie thought of her life as a room with no doors and no windows. It was a sumptuous room, sure-a room half the kids in Sterling High would have given their right arm to enter-but it was also a room from which there really wasn't an escape. Either Josie was someone she didn't want to be, or she was someone who nobody wanted.

Home isn't a where, Olive. It's a who.

Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.

People are never who you think they are, that it was necessary to get a complete background check on a person before you made any promises.

I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive—the sum of the parts equals more than the whole.

Daniel understood that in the blink of an eye you might reinvent yourself. He understood that the person you were yesterday might not be the person you are tomorrow.

Sometimes all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.