Quotes About Identity

You spend your whole life trying to fit in, and when you finally do, you realize that you are surrounded by the very people who held you down.

If you dont turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else's story.

Life is like mathematics, to work out your life, you need formulas that suit your uniqueness.

I can't erase the parts of the past that made me who I am today

Great people discuss eras, average people discuss trends, and small people discuss labels.

The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

God gave you life not for how you define him but he wants to see that how you can define yourself.

Most people are struggling to find themselves because they are busy trying to live the life that they can't afford.

Life is a challenge, but the challenge is to be ourselves.

There's no meaning of life, it's nothing that can be defined. It's a matter of writing your own definition.

You know its better to be a horrible bully whos completly real than to be the nicest person on earth imitating someone elses life.

Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only when you realize this do you become free.

Be the person you are. Never try to be another, and you will become mature. Maturity is accepting the responsibility of being oneself, whatsoever the cost. Risking all to be oneself, that's what maturity is all about.

To live is to construct an identity bit by bit, to walk a path step by step, to live a life that is worthy of something higher, lighter, more fulfilling, and maybe even everlasting.

We are not our blood

Until this moment I had been a prince, expected and announced. Now I was negligible.

current. "He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

I looked into his good face. Not good because it was handsome, but because it was itself...

Have you no more memories?" I am made of memories. "Speak, then.

The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

I brought them to my mouth. But my courage failed. What was I truly? In the end, I could not bear to know.

He is too young to know himself a prisoner.

I am made of memories. The memories come, and come. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

You see?" I said, when I was finished with the tale. "Gods are ugly things." "We are not our blood," he answered. "A witch once told me that.