Quotes About Identity

A woman without a past is like a fruitcake without brandy—insipid!

knowing full well that I looked like something any self-respecting cat would refuse to drag in.

Anthropology is the science which tells us that people are the same the whole world over-except when they are different.

It is strange to have this little girl who is my own flesh and blood and yet she seems so separate from me.

want to wear scarlet velvet and slippers and lace gloves and ride in a stage instead of wearing calluses on my hands driving a team like a man. It is not her fault. She is right. The Lord looks on the inside, although people look on the outside. That man is measuring cloth

I wondered someday if the devil might wake up and see he got the wrong girl, what will happen then?

Sometimes I feel like a tree on a hill, at the place where all the wind blows and the hail hits the hardest. All the people I love are down the side aways, sheltered under a great rock, and I am out of the fold, standing alone in the sun and the snow. I feel like I am not part of the rest somehow, although they welcome me and are kind. I see my family as they sit together and it is like they have a certain way between them that is beyond me. I wonder if other folks ever feel included yet alone.

We move on like stone statues. I feel like my legs are made of wooden branches and my heart is a hard rock inside. For days I do not even tie up my hair and it flows around me like an Indian's. I can't find my bonnet and my traveling clothes are ragged and so is my soul.

Mama said it's probably because of Suzanne, and that you are never the same after a child dies. That made me wonder what she was like before Clover died, because I don't think I really knew my own mother until I had children, and if she was different before, I don't remember.

It used to be on the Internet no one knew you were a dog. Now not only does everyone know that you are a dog, they know what kind of a dog you are, who you run with, where you hide your bones, the accidental piddle behind the couch, the fight you got into with the boxer, and your thoughts on the hot poodle down the street.

No one can tell the difference between a clone and a human. That's because there isn't any difference. The idea of clones being inferior is a filthy lie.

The other girls in the village never felt restless. Nhamo was like a pot of boiling water. 'I want...I want...,' she whispered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted and she had no idea how to find it.

When a man once begins to make a theory of himself, he generally succeeds in making himself into a theory.

Freud called the first stage of life "polymorphous perverse." At birth infants are so undifferentiated that they have the capacity to receive erotic stimulation at every aperture of the body and any area of skin: from either or both sexes; from animals, food, objects, colors, currents of air, gradations of temperature. As we grow older, become socialized, and develop identity, the satisfactions we pursue become more specific.

My latest and most unusual fantasy is that I am both a woman and a man and that I am having sexual relations with myself. I imagine that I am able to give myself all the sexual satisfaction I have ever desired. It is a complicated fantasy to work out, but I think eventually it will work.

Lo importante es lo maravilloso que fue sentirla tan cerca, y la certeza insoportable y definitiva de que somos dos personas en lugar de una. Pero también es saber lo maravilloso que es eso: que, a pesar de ser dos personas distintas, casi podemos ser una sola persona, y al mismo tiempo deleitarnos en la singularidad de la otra

No sería sincero ni correcto, sería negar… todo lo que sentimos la una por la otra. Ellas son mayores, tal vez tuvieran que hacerlo, pero… Ay, Liza, yo no quiero esconder la… la mejor parte de mi vida, de mí misma.

it was true i'd never consciously thought about being gay... even when i was little, i'd often felt as if i didn't quite fit in with most of the people around me... why when i imagined living with someone someday, permanently i mean, that person was always female.

No hablábamos mucho sobre lo que suponía ser homosexuales o no; la mayor parte del tiempo hablábamos sobre nosotras. Entonces lo importante éramos nosotras, no las etiquetas.

Yo sentí que descubría partes de mí misma en las personas homosexuales sobre las que leía.

Más tarde, ella me dijo que no le importaba lo que pensara nadie, excepto yo.

oh, Liza, I don't want to hide the—the best part of my life, of myself.

Chad kept kidding me that I was in love, and asking with whom, and then Sally and Walt did, too, and after a while I didn't even mind, because even if they had the wrong idea about it, they were right. Soon it wasn't hard any more to say it—to myself, I mean, as well as over and over again to Annie—and to accept her saying it to me.

But what really is immorality? And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?