Quotes About Identity

If that happens to us," she whispered, unable to wrap her mind around the idea of a life so long and so full of tragedy, "if we feel ourselves, who we are together, becoming lost in time, I don't want to Sleep. I want to say good-bye when I'm still me and you're still you.

Sometimes, the scars are what make us who we are.

Humans and changelings had hobbies, he thought in one corner of his mind. This would be his.

My God, Seelichka. Even though they cut into your brain, even though they rewired you, you held on to him. No wonder Mishka calls you Silver Fucking Mercant.

For crissakes, you're the frickin' poster boy for DarkRiver with your 'Gee, shucks, I'm harmless' act." Dorian was used to being ribbed about his looks. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a surfer hanging out for the right wave than blooded DarkRiver sentinel. "Look who's talking, Miss Bikini Babe 2067.

If blood alone is what defines us, no child born is born in freedom.

Trouble's not only my middle name, it's my first and last, too.

understood who she was, understood that a small surrender didn't equal a larger one.

Ena Mercant didn't believe in flaws or perfection. "We are who we are and we are strong" was her oft-stated motto. It was a motto that had been passed down from one head of the family to the next in an unbroken line.

Sahara's jaw set in a stubborn line familiar to him from her childhood. "You may carry his genes," she said, "but you are not and never will be Enrique's son." A passionate negation that vibrated with cold fury. "If you were, you wouldn't find pleasure in touching me with care, only in causing me pain." Pressing her fingers to his lips, she shook her head. "You're Kaleb. That is your identity.

Your behavior isn't conforming to your known psychological profile.

She gave a frustrated little cry. "Everyone thinks I should be wrapped up in cotton wool and babied-when I'm not being pitied, that is! But I'm no tame housecat. I never have been. What was done to me didn't alter that. I'm attracted to Judd's strength-give me a nice gentle puppy dog of a man and I'd drive him to tears within the hour.

You're calling Illium a pretty boy?" Elena snorted, glad to focus on something other than the heavy cloud of death that hung over the city. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?" "I have scars, like any respectable male.

Being isolated and alone and hurt day after day changes a person, Aden. It turns a child into . . . into a thing that isn't quite human and not quite animal. Like any trapped creature, that child will gnaw off its own limb to escape—but if that child is a Gradient 9.8 combat-grade telepath named Zaira Neve, it'll first ask if it can gnaw off its attackers' limbs instead.

True Psy are Silent." "Correction," he said. "Psy in the Net are Silent. Psy outside the Net are not. Both are Psy." And none of them affected him as viscerally as this woman who'd been dumped outside his home like so much garbage.

The man I was, the man I am, the man I will be, the man I want to be, they all belong to you. Always.

He also wanted her to grow up in a united world, not a divided one. Naya should never have to choose between the two sides of her heritage.

Never forget that half your genetic material came from me. Perhaps even the part that gave you your conscience.

If he laid on the Irish any thicker, she'd be drowning in shamrocks.

I don't want visitors." "We're not visitors. We're bears.

I am not a mortal to be taken," Favashi gritted out. "I am not a beast to be broken." Each word was red with power and anger and rage. "I am an archangel.

The young are resilient." "But scars remain." "Sometimes, the scars are what make us who we are.

Boyfriend?" Her cheeks heated. "Yes." "Funny name." "What?" She frowned. "Ernest is a perfectly nice name." "Oh, I thought I heard you call him Ermine.

Just because we grow doesn't mean we forget our old selves. We are all created of many skins.