Quotes About Identity

Out of Ireland have we come. Great hatred, little room, Maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb A fanatic heart.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?

Se ciò che io dico risuona in te, è semplicemente perché siamo entrambi rami di uno stesso albero.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made...

The pure products of Americago crazy—

Who shall say I am notthe happy genius of my household?

My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.

Unfortunately, some Christians don't look much different from non-Christian coworkers. They talk the same, have the same work habits, compromise on the same issues, and entertain themselves in the same ways as those who have never met God personally. In some cases, the only difference between Christians and non-Christians is where they spend an hour or son on Sunday morning.

You did something for me I couldn't do for myself. You loved me for who I am.

Too much of me was lost in the vision of what somebody else wanted me to be.

England with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.

female soldiers n. males with female features During the war in the Persian Gulf, the Saudi government rejected the idea of female soldiers coming to their defense (women make up one-tenth of the U.S. forces), so it designated the women soldiers "males with female features.

One man said it was very wrong to kill the memsahib and the children, and how were they going to get rozgar [employment]? But another said that we were kafirs, and now the King of Delhi would provide for everyone.

Alice for short. A diochronism. (Title of novel)

Even Mahatma Gandhi - hardly a comfortable character - always wore a bowler hat with his loin cloth when practising as a barrister in London.

I name thee Old Glory.

I am you might say, chemically altered.

It comes down to this: Who am I? Am I my no-chemicals-added self, no matter how unhappy I may be? Or Should I swallow this pill, achieve tranquility and risk obliterating a certain essential part of me?

There are times when I have the uneasy sense that I am ceding a big part of my autonomy to the pharmaceutical industry. I wonder who I would be if I weren't taking Prozac. Maybe I would be a tortured genius....or maybe I would be just me, with periods of dank despondency.

Navajo heaven is not a solemn gray high refuse heap for humble failures.

If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

No one should part with their individuality and become that of another.