Quotes About Identity

As fi vrut sa pastrez doar creierul primitiv, sa ma topesc de dragoste si sa ma invinetesc de ura, sa salivez, sa gafai, sa tusesc, sa stranut, sa sughit, sa-mi bata inima si sa-mi filtrez sangele prin rinichi si sa-mi omor microbii in limfa, totul impreuna cu toti, cu grupul, cu gasca sau cu familia sau cu neamul sau cu specia sau cu lumea vie sau cu Dumnezeirea, doar sa nu mai traiesc schizofrenia gandirii, acest mizerabil pseudonim pentru singuratate.

Asta n-o vor înÈ›elege ei niciodat?: c? nu eÈ™ti dator s? ajungi ceva, c? nu trebuie s? parvii nic?ieri, c? ceea ce import? în primul rând este s? fii tu È™i s? poÈ›i r?mâne tu însuÈ›i în orice împrejurare a vieÈ›ii.

Ever since that day in Chicago, whenever I see such scenes, I think of a quote by Billat-Savarin, the eighteenth-century 'modern' gastronome, well known for his writings and meditations on the physiology of taste and for his famous dictum 'We are what we eat.' But he also wrote even more revealingly: 'The destiny of a nation depends on how it feeds itself.

I am all for comfort, but does comfort mean loss of attractiveness or identity

The hair is the crown of the face.

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.

Just be yourself, because on the inside, that's what counts and that is what makes every person beautiful inside and out.

As a man's name is not made small by his actions.

In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.

I look at an ant and I see myself: a native South African, endowed by nature with a strength much greater than my size so I might cope with the weight of a racism that crushes my spirit.

And why is our music called world music? I think people are being polite. What they want to say is that it's third world music. Like they use to call us under developed countries, now it has changed to developing countries, it's much more polite.

She was becoming sad. There is no joy involved in following others' expectations of yourself.

Can't you just be like the rest of us, normal and sad and fucked up and alive and remorseful?

I had a thought, on the way home from the rock field, that the things we don't know about a person are the things that make them human, and it made me feel sad to think that, but sad in that reassuring way that some sadness has, a sadness that says welcome home in twelve different languages.

?ovjek i nije drugo nego posuda puna tu?ih ukusa i užitaka!

?ovjek, taj isti trijumfator nad životinjama, i sam je još uvijek životinja.

I ptice padaju umorne i ne lete vje?no. Zašto da ljudi neprekidno lebde iznad svog dostojanstva?

Gdje nam je dokaz, da naše ''ja'' traje, da smo ''mi'' još uvijek trajno i neprekidno ''mi'', gdje nam je zapravo mjera?

Dajte nam tisu?u ljudi, tisu?u karaktera!

Svaki ?ovjek se je bar jednom, nedvojbeno, osje?ao kao mramorno poprsje.

?ovjek od sebe stvori ?ovjeka, a da ne bude tu?a spužva.

The world makes you, and then you see it through the eyes it gives you.

The world makes you, and then you see it through the eyes it gives you. Another man sees the same world, but he doesn't have the same eyes.

Where am I from? Can the answer be stories and words, some of theirs, some of mine?