Quotes About Identity

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

He [Arthur Miller] wouldn't have married me if I had been nothing but a dumb blonde.

I'm not a blonde!! I'm knot! I'm knot! I'm knot!

There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.

Everyone's just laughing at me. I hate it. Big breasts, big ass, big deal, Can't I be anything else ? Gee, how long can you be sexy?

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone

When an American says that he loves his country, he ... means that he loves an inner air, an inner light in which freedom lives and in which a man can draw the breath of self-respect.

Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name - Romeo & Juliet

Civilization has been thrust upon me... and it has not added one whit to my love for truth, honesty, and generosity.

To say 'I love you' one must first be able to say the 'I.'

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

In love of home, the love of country has its rise.

If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art.

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

It seems to me that the real clue to your sex-orientation lies in your romantic feelings rather than in your sexual feelings. If you are really gay, you are able to fall in love with a man, not just enjoy having sex with him.

I am my beloved, and my beloved is me.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call hyou home? Only the one who knows your name.

In love, at one of its poles you find the personal, at the other the impersonal. At one you have the positive assertion - Here I am; at the other the equally strong denial - I am not. Without this ego what is love? And again, with only this ego how c

I was onstage and I was shocked; it hurt so badly. I thought: Why am I doing this? Why do I sing about needing to get better so she'll come back? That's a real problem I have. I don't need to get better - I need to find someone who likes me the way I am, someone who finds Chris desirable.