Quotes About Identity

The Yuki you once knew Zero, is now gone for good. Because the Vampire Yuki completely devoured her.

Everybody thinks that equality comes from identifying people, and that's not where equality comes from.

The constant assertion of masculinity is always the most obvious tell of a fake. You do not constantly assert what you know you have.

Your big word isn't the content of your life, it is the context of your life.

As a speaker you need to identify your greatest weakness and use it to enhance your audience's understanding of who you are.

It's just better to be yourself than to try to be some version of what you think the other person wants.

There's a point at 7,000 RPM... where everything fades. The machine becomes weightless. Just disappears. And all that's left is a body moving through space and time. 7,000 RPM. That's where you meet it. You feel it coming. It creeps up on you, close in your ear. Asks you a question. The only question that matters. Who are you?

Uno nods, looks out over his high school football field again. He knows deep down he would never kill himself. He likes being alive. Even if he knows the things that happen to him aren't always good. It doesn't matter. He wants to be alive. And not only that, he wants to see who he is. Like somebody from the outside can.

We only reveal what we want other people to know, right? It's like we create fictional characters for the public. And inside we're somebody totally different.

He'd give anything to be out there playing instead of standing here watching. Trying to maintain this smile out of respect. He digs into his wrists some more with his nails. Breaks previously broken skin and pulls away. A smear of blood he wipes away with his other hand, rubs off across his dark jeans. Back home his mom is always on him to stop digging, but that only makes him want to dig more." -exerpt from "Mexican White Boy

My stain will never get fixed 'cause it's on the inside. And lasers can't reach there.

And a thought occurs to him: Maybe you can't really know anyone just by looking at their face.

Maybe it's living back at my parents' house, or perhaps going back to school, but somehow, surrounded by all these reminders from my past, in the middle of all the stuff I grew up with, with the people I grew up around, I think I'm finally beginning to understand what 'home' means.

NEWSFLASH Lisa, Bart is not a horse!" —Homer Simpson

There is this idea that you either read to escape or you read to find yourself.

I am you and you are me. We are alone, but not alone. We are trapped by time, but also infinite. Made of flesh, but also stars.

The key is in accepting your thoughts, all of them, even the bad ones. Accept thoughts, but don't become them. Understand, for instance, that having a sad thought, even having a continual succession of sad thoughts, is not the same as being a sad person. You can walk through a storm and feel the wind but you know you are not the wind.

It made me lonely. And when I say lonely, I mean the kind of loneliness that howls through you like a desert wind. It wasn't just the loss of people I had known but also the loss of myself. The loss of who I had been when I had been with them.

Remember no one really cares what you look like. They care what they look like. You are the only person in the world to have worried about your face.

The key to happiness wasn't being yourself, because what did that even mean? Everyone had many selves. No. The key to happiness is finding the lie that suits you best.

Everyone is a comedy. If people are laughing at you, they just don't quite understand the joke that is themselves.

Life is frightening, and it is frightening for a reason, and the reason is that it doesn't matter which branch of a life we get to live, we are always the same rotten tree. I wanted to be many things in my life. All kinds of things. But if your life is rotten, it will be rotten no matter what you do. The damp rots the whole useless thing...

I used to worry about fitting in until I realized the reason I didn't fit in was because I didn't want to.

Maybe Shakespeare was right. Maybe all the world was a stage. Maybe without the act everything would fall apart. The key to happiness wasn't being yourself, because what did that even mean? Everyone had many selves. No. The key to happiness is finding the lie that suits you best.