Quotes About Identity

We Are Lovable Even if the most important person in your world rejects you, you are still real, and you are still okay.

being a teenager these days is not for the faint of heart.

I mean all this focus on how we look on the outside. It's just all wrong

How can this be? How could we have been just sitting there, happily eating our lunch, and then Jess announces that she's gay? Like who does that anyway? And how is it possible that I never even saw this coming? I mean if you best friend has no clue that you're gay, then who does?

Except perhaps to our God, we all have a facade, even to our closest friends; some of us even to ourselves, and to our spouses--our spouses in particular, for that matter. It may not be good that we have it, but I don't believe the state or anyone else has a right to pierce that facade without the individual's consent.

A man's work is his dilemma his job is his bondage, but it also gives him a fair share of his identity and keeps him from being a bystander in somebody else's world.

The Old English names began to die out: out went Ethelbert, Aelfric, Athelstan, Dunstan, Wulfstan, Wulfric; in came Richard, Robert, Simon, Stephen, John, and most popular and sycophantic (or was it politic?) of all, William.

We are, each one of us, all talking advertisements for our history. Accent is the snake and the ladder in the upstairs downstairs of social ambition. Accent is the con man's first resource.

to lose any language is to lose a unique way of knowing life.

English was emerging from the tribal Babel as a resourceful tongue, but it had no great written language and without that it would be for ever condemned to the limbo of vernaculars all over the world whose attempt to live on by sound alone has often doomed them to insularity, then to irrelevance, finally to oblivion. Occasionally there is desperate resuscitation from a few survivors who know that to lose any language is to lose a unique way of knowing life. Only writing preserves a language.

We fight, therefore, we are!

En tots els meus personatges hi ha característiques meves, però cap dels meus personatges no és jo.

Tots els homes són iguals de qui sap quines maneres.

Una gelosia em sortia de dins i m'enterbolia, una gelosia de mi mateix, de tot el que havia mort en mi a cada petita estona de respirar; el que jo havia estat, jo l'estimava.

Nature chooses who will be transgender individuals don't choose this.

Mientras se recuerda, estamos dando vida al objeto del recuerdo. (P. 274)

what you love, doesn't matter what it is, or who it is—that's your heart and spirit, that's you. Don't let anybody talk you out of it, don't let anybody get in its way. Otherwise you live with a hole in your heart." Then

It's not until a woman gets loose and comfortable inside her own skin that she's comfortable wrapping it around a man." Mina

You got kids who act loony and take drugs left and right. They pretend they hate their parents who gave them everything in the world. These kids grow up, and their kids stick earrings in private places and get tattoos all over their bodies and don't know whether to act like boys or girls. They think they love everybody. The truth is they love nobody, including themselves.

All these assistants are given female names and default identities by tech executives and developers—no accident. "I think that probably reflects what some men think about women—that they're not fully human beings,

Whatever you have forgotten, you can remember. Whatever you have buried you can unearth. If you are willing to look deep into your own nature, if you are willing to peel away the layers of not-self you have adopted in making your way through the tribulations of life, you will find that your true self is not as far removed as you think.

It's impossible to write about yourself when you're hiding.

Some of us are the designated rememberers,

White women who suffer from mental illness are depicted as idle, spoiled, or just plain hysterical. Black men are demonized and pathologized. Black women with psychological problems are certainly not seen as geniuses; we are generally not labeled 'hysterical' or 'eccentric' or even 'pathological'. When a black woman suffers from a mental disorder, the overwhelming opinion is that she is weak. And weakness in black women is intolerable.