Quotes About Identity

To be an immigrant Is to be solitary in the midst of millions.

No words to tell my students about that, or the children taken away, or the threats of violence. No way to say, Any woman who steps outside the confines of womanhood will be called a lesbian.

Time changes nothing, girl, but the size of your underwear. . .and hopefully your hairdo.

Ara és l'hora de dir, ara és l'hora de recordar que el poble persisteix en tots nosaltres, en cada un de nosaltres, i que tot allò que hem fet i tot allò que hem desitjat és l'essència mateixa del poble indestructible.

Vajah beganagi nahin malum Tum jahan ke ho vahan ke ham bhi hain

We children of schizophrenics are the great secret keepers, the ones who don't want you to think that anything is wrong.

Children of the mentally ill learn early on how not to be a bother, especially if they grew up with neglect. As my sister insisted once, when she was in severe pain after injuring her ankle, 'This isn't me! This is not who I am!

Nobel Prize-winning neuroscientist Eric Kandel says we are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember. Who am I, then, if my memory is impaired?

But you can only give so much of yourself away before you lose yourself.

It was always to free up some part of themselves that never would've come to light. Now they could burst free. And this part of themselves that was freed pointed directly toward where they would feel at home in the world.

I am at home in many cultures. I live actively in three continents and I've done that for most of my life, so I just make films as I see the world, and that happens to speak to people. I do things that I want to do.

You know, the sad thing of post-9/11, which was of course horrific, was that the city in which I felt completely at home for two decades, suddenly people like us - brown people - were looked at as the 'Others.'

Right from the beginning, I've always gone to stories when I feel that I can tell them in a special way, that they're mine, that they won't let me go.

I try to become more humble and more myself with every year. There was a while when I got famous where I was so confused and my head was spinning.

I was young, still so young, that I thought my lack of wholeness was somehow my fault. I had no idea everyone feels this way—that the most essential part of growing up is figuring out where your empty places are and learning how to fill them by, and for, yourself.

Soy yo misma y mis energías son mías.

In my paranoid world every storekeeper thinks I'm stealing, every man thinks I'm a prostitute or a lesbian, every woman thinks I'm a lesbian or arrogant, and every child and animal sees the real me and it is evil.

I gave you things I wasn't sure I even had.

Two plus three is five, check the email, one plus seven is, check the email, eight, check the email, which comes to a total of, who the hell am I anyway, eighty five. This is how he dismembers his day, in the most painful way, moment by moment. A bigger man would just shoot it, put it out of its misery.

Did you ever really love her? Not really no. But me? Yes. Even though I have no pizzazz?

When I was fifteen, a dark shape came into my room at night. It was dark, but it glowed, which is the first of many facts you will have to tackle with your imagination. It wasn't in the shape of a person, but right away I knew it was like a person in every way except for how it looked. As it turns out, our looks are not the main thing that makes us human.

I drove to the doctor's office as if I was starring in a movie Phillip was watching -- windows down, hair blowing, just one hand on the wheel. When I stopped at red lights, I kept my eyes mysteriously forward. Who is she? people might have been wondering. Who is that middle-aged woman in the blue Honda?

A howl was curdling inside me; the ache felt inhuman. Or maybe this was my first human feeling.

Was everything redneck actually mystical?