Quotes About Identity

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

I married a German. Every night I dress up as Poland and he invades me.

I'm just a normal person like you growing up, living my life, trying to figure out what life really is.

Life isn't about how popular you are... What girl or boy you are dating or who you know. Life is about always being true to who you are or what you believe in. Never let anyone convince you that their way is better than your way. In the end all we have is our hearts... and our minds. This is the reason why we sing... this is the reason why we cry... this is why we live.

Seek God, and you will discover yourself, discover yourself and you will realize your purpose for being in this life.

Discovering and fulfilling your life purpose is a collaborative effort of everything that you are made of.

For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment.

Ever more people today have the means to live, but no meaning to live for.

Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human.

When I woke up this morning I tried not to wish I was someone else because God's love for me is so powerful that I think I am rich in my own way...and I just wanna thank him for all he has done for me, my family, my friends and boyfriend thank you Jesus!

She had on men's clothes—the hat, britches, shirt, boots, even a six-gun she wore on her hip. It had never bothered her before Rylan Carstens. She wiped her eyes. It was sure enough bothering her now.

rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad

It's hard to think of you as a Margaret. Maizy suits you." "I doubt I'd answer to anything else." Maizy smiled as she adjusted the cloth.

My name is Fitzgerald O'Neill Dawson. My mother was born in Ireland and she landed all her love for the Old Country right smack on my head with a single name.

a young Indian in our little Datsun chased one of the government's huge armored cars. He was banging on the armor with a stick, "counting coup." The

The general rule is that whoever thinks, sings, acts, and speaks Indian is a skin, a full-blood, and whoever acts and thinks like a white man is a half-blood or breed, no matter how Indian he looks.

Thus it happened that the great-grandsons of Yellow Hair, Custer, were counting coup on the Blue Coats of 1973. For

The fight for our land is at the core of our existence, as it has been for the last two hundred years. Once the land is gone, then we are gone too.

Sound is important. Our sound is the sound of nature and animals, not the notes of a white man's scale. Our

In the old days a man made a name for himself by being generous and wise, but now he has nothing to be generous with, no jobs, no money; and as far as our traditional wisdom is concerned, our men are being told by the white missionaries, teachers, and employers that it is merely savage superstition.

I don't know whether I am a louse under the white man's skin. I hope I am.

You must kill the Indian in order to save the man! " That was part of trying to escape the hard life. The missions, going to church, dressing and behaving like a wasi?un—that for her was the key which would magically unlock the door leading to the good life, the white life with a white-painted cottage, and a carpet on the floor, a shiny car in the garage, and an industrious, necktie-wearing husband who was not a wino.

Even the most white-manized Sioux is still half horse.

Women have had the power of naming stolen from us.