Quotes About Identity

I can't decide whether I'm a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I'm a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl. And that's how I know I'm a woman.

There are many different forms of betrayal, but one hurts the most, Betraying Your Self.

The number one reason for the death of young actors' careers is people get so used to seeing them playing that one character that they can't accept them as anyone else.

I felt myself getting whiter... What does it mean to become white? How does it feel to see Death in the flesh, come to gather you in?

Each one of you has created a sense of self. That's what the tonal does. Each one of you is taught a system of maintenance that has been developed by humankind from your birth till your death.

And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another.

I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.

Part of us did die. Literally - that tissue on your face, the part they removed. It died. And you can't recover from any kind of death without mourning it.

Most people would instantly start feeling ten years older if someone were to convince them that they were actually born a decade before their birthdate.

An African who loses the ability to die with dignity is a lost man.

Death is part of who we are. It guidesus. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

I was tired of being me.

I think it's cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I'd feel honored.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front – in our ancestors, back and back until...

I think...I think its always been you who was dying, "- Delaney

Technically, all tattoos are temporary, even permanent ones.

Mr. Asher, you can resist who you are for only so long. Finally, you just decide to go with fate.

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

Do not die without realizing yourself

Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

Jump in the urinal and stand on your head. I'm the one that's alive. You're all dead.

How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow.

... he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.

She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.