Quotes About Identity

her own form is still rather vague; and we may wonder whether she will turn into a goddess, a table, or a bowl.

My ——" or "My dearest ——" followed by my Christian name, which, if we give the narrator the same name as the author of this book, would be 'My Marcel,' or 'My dearest Marcel.' After this I would never allow my relatives, by calling me 'dearest,' to rob of their priceless uniqueness the delicious words that Albertine uttered to me

After a certain age, and even if our inner development varies, the more we become ourselves, the more family characteristics are accentuated. For, while maintaining the harmonious design of its tapestry, Nature breaks up the monotony of the composition by the variety in the faces that it inserts.

in my cowardice I became at once a man,

In actual fact, his nature was really like a sheet of paper in which so many folds have been made in every direction that it is impossible to know where you are.

Do not be surprised,' she said. 'It is I, and it is not I; You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

Monelle grew quiet and looked at me: I came from the night, she said, and I shall return to the night. For I too am a young prostitute.

Monelle found me in the plain where I was wandering and took me by the hand. "Do not be surprised," she said. "It is I, and it is not I; "You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; "Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; "And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

And Monelle said again: I pity you, I pity you, my love. Even so, I shall return to the night; for it is necessary that you lose me before you find me again. And if you find me again, I shall elude you once more. For I am she who is alone. And Monelle said again: Because I am alone, you shall give me the name Monelle. But you shall imagine that I have every other name.

He said it hit him travelling one time in the year or so before he met my mother. Whatever country of the world it was, the poor were starting to look alike, live alike, eat alike, and dress alike in the same kind of clothes all made in the same part of China. To him, it was a sign that the people had got severed from the land.

I have woken up to find that I am made of words.

Because before you acquired language, you didn't exist.

How far can you compromise without seriously violating your identity

the only truth is that every human being is a small island. You can build bridges, but you'll always be an island and everything else is a lie.

my friends would say to me, You, insecure, when you're that beautiful? I would reply, The one has nothing to do with the other.

Houses are very important. Describe your house and I'll tell you who you are. Your world is there. It's what covers you, like a bird's feathers.

I recently turned forty-two, a complicated stage of life. You're young, but not very, you're not elderly, but you are a bit old. Neither fish nor fowl. It's the transition from one thing to the other, the real start of deterioration. Sometimes I feel like I want to have aged already, to be an old woman who has resolved all her expectations.

But I'm hesitant to introduce myself with this characterization, immediately reducing everything I am to my alcoholism. It's strange that the tendency in this global world is to accentuate identities, picking the one that most marginalizes you—sexuality, race, disability. I'm struck by the way we all rush to join our particular group, emphasizing what makes us different from everyone else, in order to make us all the same.

Mucho de lo suyo pudo desmoronarse, menos las cosas que le dieron identidad.

La historia se ha escrito al margen de nosotras, pero nosotras mismas la hemos moldeado desde atrás.

Entonces, Sofía, ¿cuál sería la forma correcta de ser mujer? Y la sonrisa compasiva de Sofía. -Ninguna. O todas.

Que Neruda me perdone, pero a veces sucede que me canso de ser mujer.

It's strange that the tendency in this global world is to accentuate identities, picking the one that most marginalizes you—sexuality, race, disability. I'm struck by the way we all rush to join our particular group, emphasizing what makes us different from everyone else, in order to make us all the same.

Conocer sus historias la ayudará a ser mujer. Eso sí, le pediré que no se identifique solamente con una, porque puede ser fuente de impensables dolores.