Quotes About Identity

But he was a harp with only one string, and the note he played was himself.

When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.

all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within it.

Quirón había dicho en una ocasión que las naciones eran el invento más estúpido de los mortales.

Estoy hecho de recuerdos.

You knew this would come. I cannot rot all my life underground, with nothing of my own.

A few of these, so few I can count them on my fingers, I let go. They did not see me as their dinner. They were pious men, honestly lost, and I would feed them and if there was a handsome one among them I might take him to my bed. It was not desire, not even its barest scrapings. It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

He rolled onto his side to face me. A stray lock of gold fell half into his eyes; he blew it away. "My name is Achilles.

Es un arma, un asesino. No lo olvides. Puedes usar una lanza como cayado para los paseos, pero eso no va a cambiar su naturaleza.

Einen perfekt austarierten Bogen hatte Odysseus sie genannt. Einen Fixstern. Eine Frau, die sich selbst genau kennt.

Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

All those years of pain and wandering. Why? For a moment's pride. He would rather be cursed by the gods than be No one.

You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure you do not dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

?ki çocu?u vard?. ?kisini de aç?kça görememi?ti. Ama belki de hiçbir anne baba evlad?n? gerçekten göremez. Bakt???m?zda sadece kendi hatalar?m?z?n bir yans?mas?n? görüyoruz.

Yara izlerini yok etmeyi önerdim. Ba??n? iki yana sallad?. "Kendimi nas?l tan?yaca??m?

There are too many of them. It's simpler if they just remember me.

Lo riconoscerei anche solo dal tocco, dal profumo; lo riconoscerei anche se fossi cieco, dal modo in cui respira, da come i suoi piedi sferzano la terra. Lo riconoscerei anche nella morte, anche alla fine del mondo.

Patroclo. —Aquiles no apretujó las sílabas de mi nombre como solía hacer la gente, que las apelotonaba todas juntas, como si quisiera liberarse del nombre. En vez de eso, hizo resonarlas todas. Pa-tro-clo.

Come, I have fed you well. Will you tell me your names?" They looked up. Their eyes darted like ferrets to their leader. He rose, the bench scraping on the stone. "Tell us yours first." There was something in his voice. I almost said it then, the spell-word that would send them to sleep. But even after all the years that had passed, there was a piece of me that still only spoke what I was bid. "Circe," I answered.

When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist

Je le reconnaîtrais rien qu'au toucher, ou à son odeur, je le reconnaîtrais si j'étais aveugle, aux seuls bruits de sa respirations et de ses pas martelant le sol. Je le reconnaîtrais dans la mort, à la fin du monde.

I ran my hands over his ribbed scars, easing him as I could. The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself. "You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure you do not dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.