Quotes About Identity

In the spiritual lore, the human body is considered supremely sacred, as this is the only mechanism that can take a being from the limited identification of the self to the unlimited, from a bounded existence to the realm of the unbounded, to the final plunge into the vastness of the Infinite.

Love is your quality. Love is not what you do. Love is what you are.

I don't know if I'm an action star or if that's just how things are shaping up. I would hate to be boxed into that forever, but it's probably just a strength as far as my type goes, and I'm fine with that.

I've been looking forward to doing an album, but it's really sad to see how many doors have been closed because of the gay thing. I thought it was about the music.

My mom doesn't get the whole gay thing, but she loves me.

Mi nombre artístico será Joaquín Sabina –dijo el cantante–. Es el apellido de mi madre.

Yo quiero ser un escritor y sexualmente soy un híbrido raro.

No hay lugar para el místico que soy dentro del ateo que represento. Y no es problema de Dios -hace tiempo abandoné a Dios-; es conflicto de identidad, de realidad.

Uno es un grupo de contradicciones, intelectuales y emotivas. Solamente tú no eres una contradicción: siempre te quiero

Los que se quieren más son los que no han acabado de descubrirse, los que nunca acabarán

No hay lugar para el místico que soy dentro del ateo que represento.

Quién te modeló sobre mi corazón, quién te tatuó sobre mis ojos?

Mi problema sigue siendo el Ser, esa cosa difícil, a veces intuida, pero siempre inefable; mi problema sigue siendo Yo, pero no Yo el que habla sino Yo que calla, desligado, independiente, liberado de mí mismo. Sin ti, sin mí, sin ninguno de lo que somos; un Yo inmutable y permanente.

No me hables, si quieres, no me toques, no me conozcas más, yo ya no existo. Yo soy sólo la vida que te acosa y tú eres la muerte que resisto

I'm an aspiring writer.' I hate that phrase. You're either a writer or you're not.

Even though his sister was five years older, Jack couldn't help feeling jealous. Becca's skills were so impressive that coaches had moved her to the boys' team. Yes, Jack, often said, Becca's my sister. Yes, she plays hockey on the boys' team. For some reason, Jack usually had to give the info twice. Yes, she's my sister. Yes, she plays for the boys team.

Surely, even in a world apparently turned enthusiastically relativistic in nearly all matters of belief and conviction, at least this single principle of physiological, if not moral, certainty still held true. There were men and there were women, and there were straights and there were gays. And that was that.

Tay glanced at Evans, whose short hair and well-scrubbed face unmistakably marked him as another American. So far, Tay thought, this had all the makings of an authentically crappy day. First the stupid building, and now all these Americans.

Once you cease to be a master, once you throw off your master's yoke, you are no longer human rubbish, you are a human being, and all the things that adds up to. So, too, with the slaves. Once they are no longer slaves, once they are free, they are no longer noble and exalted; they are just human beings.

Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you.

I had been a girl of whom certain things were expected, none of them too bad: a career as a nurse, for example; a sense of duty to my parents; obedience to the law and worship of convention. But in one year of being away from home, that girl had gone out of existence.

Among the beliefs I held about the world was that being beautiful should not matter to a woman, because it was one of those things that would go away-- your beauty would go away,and there wouldn't be anything you could do to bring it back.

Do you see the queer thing about people like me? Sometimes we hold your retribution.

The word 'slut' (in patois) was repeated over and over, until suddenly I felt as if I were drowning in a well but instead of the well being filled with water it was filled with the word 'slut,' and it was pouring in through my eyes, my ears, my nostrils, my mouth. As if to save myself, I turned to her and said, 'Well, like father like son, like mother like daughter.