Quotes About Identity

El que crea se crea y el que se crea se muere.

Sólo a solas se sentía él; sólo a solas podía decirse a sí mismo, tal vez para convencerse, ¡yo soy yo!; ante los demás, metido en la muchedumbre atareada o distraída, no se sentía a sí mismo.

Only by himself could he feel himself, only by himself he could tell himself 'I am me'. Before others, among the busy and distracted crowd, he didn't feel himself. Almost every man lives subconsciously in boredom. Boredom is the pit of life, it was boredom that invented games, distractions, romances and love.

I am a man; no other man do I deem a stranger.

Aquel hombre no podía ser de su mujer, porque no era de sí mismo, dueño de sí, sino a la vez un enajenado y un poseído.

E o segredo da vida humana, o segredo universal, o segredo raiz do qual todos os outros segredos surgem, é o desejo de mais vida, o desejo furioso e insaciável de ser tudo o mais sem nunca deixar de ser nós mesmos, de tomar posse de todo universo sem deixar que o universo se apodere de nós e nos absorva; é o desejo de ser outra pessoa sem deixar de ser eu mesmo, e continuar sendo eu mesmo ao mesmo tempo que sou outra pessoa.

Y a las veces su carácter será el de no tenerlo

Y «¿quién eres tú?» –me preguntas–, y con Obermann te contesto: «¡Para el universo, nada; para mí, todo!».

Muchas veces se me ha ocurrido pensar, Orfeo, que yo no soy, e iba por la calle antojándoseme que los demás no me veían. Y otras veces he fantaseado que no me veían como me veía yo, y que mientras yo me creía ir formalmente, con toda compostura, estaba, sin saberlo, haciendo el payaso, y los demás riéndose y burlándose de mí.

Cada hombre es un mundo, Gertrudis. —Y cada mujer, una luna, ¿no es eso, don Juan?

Only by himself could he feel himself, only by himself he could tell himself 'I am me' Before others, among the busy and distracted crowd, he didn't feel himself. Almost every man lives subconsciously in boredom. Boredom is the pit of life, it was boredom what invented games, distractions, romances and love.

Rol yapmak hepimizin hoÅŸuna gider küçük bey, hiç kimse kendisi deÄŸildir, baÅŸkalar?n?n yarat?lar?d?r.

Sufro yo a tu costa / Dios no existente, pues si Tú existieras / existiría yo también de veras».

And the secret of human life, the universal secret, the root secret from which all other secrets spring, is the longing for more life, the furious and insatiable desire to be everything else without ever ceasing to be ourselves, to take possession of the entire universe without letting the universe take possession of us and absorb us; it is the desire to be someone else without ceasing to be myself, and continue being myself at the same time I am someone else...

Eu, Diogo Ribera Flores, filho do campo e do sequeiro, herdeiro de sobreiros, azinheiras e oliveiras, alentejano por berço e condenação perpétua, deixei mulher e filhos, deixei mãe e irmão, deixei terra e Pátria, deixei esse ar espesso e opressivo de um Portugal amordaçado, para flutuar neste balão gigante sobre o mar e sobre a vida, esperando que no fim da viagem haja um Novo Mundo à minha espera.

As ilhas são lugares de solidão e nunca isso é tão nítido como quando partem os que apenas vieram de passagem e ficam no cais, a despedir-se, os que vão permanecer. Na hora da despedida, é quase sempre mais triste ficar do que partir e, numa ilha, isso marca uma diferença fundamental, como se houvesse duas espécies de seres humanos: os que vivem na ilha e os que chegam e partem.

One cannot lead a life that is truly excellent without feeling that one belongs to something greater and more permanent than oneself.

When not preoccupied with our selves, we actually have a chance to expand the concept of who we are. Loss of self-consciousness can lead to self-transcendence, to a feeling that the boundaries of our being have been pushed forward.

Of course my own self exists solely in my own consciousness; in that of others who know me there will be versions of it, most of them probably unrecognizable likenesses of the "original"—myself as I see me.

It is in the company of friends that we can most clearly experience the freedom of the self and learn who we really are. The ideal of a modern marriage is to have one's spouse as a friend.

Even the most highly respected physicist, artist, or politician becomes a hollow bore and ceases to enjoy life if all he can interest himself in is his limited role in the universe.

The most detailed information about who we are as individuals comes from those we communicate with, and from the way we accomplish our jobs.

Traditionally, men's identity and self-respect have been based on the ability to obtain energy from the environment for their own and their families' use. Whether the satisfaction a man gets from doing a necessary job is partly genetically programmed, or is entirely learned from the culture, the fact is that more or less everywhere a man who is not a provider is to some extent a misfit.

Sarojini Naidu, India's great poetess and a redoubtable freedom fighter, told. Once she signed an autograph for a young boy and when she asked him if he knew who she was, he said, 'You are C. K. Nayudu's wife!