Quotes About Identity

A gull planed steeply over their heads, a precarious flash of white against the windy blue sky. The short, hacking cry of a baby seemed to merge seamlessly for a moment with the gull's repetitive wail, as if they were one species. One species, Falkender thought, raucous and scavenging; one species calling out in pain. To be human is to be mixed and miscegenated like this. To be lost.

I would never have to fake my own death, he found himself thinking. I've all but vanished already. Part of him welcomed that. Another part, larger but distributed so thinly across his personality that it seemed invisible, panicked soundlessly on a twenty-four-hour schedule.

It's 2444. We're all someone.

I'm a witch, not a Ouija board." --Rowan Gant (Perfect Trust: A Rowan Gant Investigation)

Our relationship with God, not our doing, is the source of our being.

Each conference speaker pointed out the horrors inflicted upon people of African descent in various Latin societies and their projections of black people as subhuman.

Of course, I had my heart broken as a teen. I was desperately in love with myself. Then I found out that I was completely shallow. I haven't spoken to myself since.

I protested, 'A man is known by his deeds.' Oh, that's sure,' said Bono. 'Just like a house is known by its deeds. The deeds say who owns it, who sold it, and who'll be buying a new one when it gets knocked down.

signs of identity disturbance, being impulse ridden, unstable in love relations, and she can become intensely volatile and angry.

In his heart, the joy of living fought with the hurt of it until he could no longer separate them, and the effort made him understand that they were not him. That he was apart from them, evaluating them. The

I had become comfortable with my own numbness; to suddenly remember I was male and not yet dead was a nuisance.

Maybe having a sex was like clothing, something to be donned over the deeper truth of being human.

I like him and I wonder what I would be like if I had a different father.

How we, as adults, come to be who we are, one layer at a time. How those early layers are the core that shapes and informs us but then each additional layer adds to our whole selves.

CLEARING OUT CLUTTER: "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE IT BELONGS TO THE PERSON I WANT TO BE?

Hosiah Lister, now dead, rec'd his freedom." Consider, then, the full measure of my sadness, reading this inscription; not merely for Hosiah Lister, but for all of us, consider the dear cost of liberty in a world so hostile, so teeming with enemies and opportunists, that one could not become free without casting aside all casualty, all choice, all will, all identity; finding freedom only in the spacious blankness of unbeing, the wide plains of nonentity, infinite and still.

There are some who believe that the mind is a blank tablet, on which experience is writ until the page be full, and the cryptic world is known; but I see rather that my own life hath been one long forgetting, the erasure of what was drawn, a terrible redaction; til all that remains is blank white and comfortless. I know not what we have been; I know not what we are; but I know what we might be. And so I light out for the unknown regions.

was like I kept buying these things to be cool, but cool was always flying just ahead of me, and I could never exactly catch up to it.

We ain't anything more than a name and some likes and some distastes and a story we tell about ourselves.' 'And what others say about us.' 'If you want them stories heaped in, too, then you're welcome to them. And we're a body; and sometimes the stories and the name, they live on after the body.

Who do we seek, my spies? Again and again, I announce to the world: I. M. Realdom! I. M. Realdom! I. M. Realdom! I cannot say it too often! Do you have that?

It was like I kept buying these things to be cool, but cool was always flying just ahead of me, and I could never exactly catch up to it.

Of course I had my heart broken as a teen. I was desperately in love with myself. Then I found out that I was completely shallow. I haven't spoken to myself since.

How do we change - within moments, the whole form of our habits and dispositions may become alien to us, and we almost cannot remember what we were.

It's important to see who you're growing into and who you used to be.