Quotes About Identity

Vendrán de París las modas y los libros; los pasteles de Hungría, la ilustración de Viena; peluqueros a bandadas, cocineros en montón. Se ordenará que los chicos se olviden del español, y que las beatas recen en la lengua de Voltaire, pero sólo la lengua, no la lectura, porque esa seguirá siendo perniciosa.

Cuánto agradezco a las bondades del destino, el que nos haya dado a los mexicanos de verdad, en estos momentos difíciles, un presidente feo, al que le quedan mal los fracs, que no luce bigote, al que la barba no le acaba de salir del todo, que no sabe montar a caballo y a duras penas en mula y al que le gusta el chocolate sopeado. Esta es la patria que me agrada y por la que suspiro.

Un detective mexicano era por definición un risueño accidente solitario.

luego. No podía ser un chino en general, tenía que ser un chino de Sinaloa, un local de Mexicali, o uno de la calle Dolores en el df. Voy a añadir eso la próxima vez que lo cuente —dijo Macario.

Se llamaba Antonio López Pérez, aunque le gustaba que oficialmente se le conociera como Antonio de Padua María Severino López de Santa Anna y Pérez de Lebr

El pasado retornaba en oleadas; huracanado pasado de mierda. Ni que fuera tan importante. Ni que valiera para nada más que para estar ahí depositado, sedimentado en la memoria, diciendo que ya no somos los que fuimos.

Los agraviados y sus herederos seguimos pensando que Iturbide no era de los nuestros. Y que mejor vaya y chingue a su madre.

Mi vida no valdrá nada si la gente de Félix Díaz se entera de que soy el autor de México bárbaro".

Ma, I'm gonna stay home and watch Sid Caesar. THE MOTHER You gonna die without a son. MARTY So I'll die without a son. THE MOTHER Put on your blue suit... MARTY Blue suit, gray suit, I'm still a fat little man. A fat little ugly man.

I'm gonna see an old lady with white hair, like the old ladies inna park, little bundles inna black shawl, waiting for the coffin. I'm fifty-six years old. What am I to do with myself? I have strength in my hands. I wanna cook. I wanna clean. I wanna make dinner for my children. I wanna be of use to somebody. Am I an old dog to lie in fronta the fire till my eyes close? These are terrible years, Theresa! Terrible years!

I'm a flaming faggot, Irving. I was sure you were on to that. I don't go around waving the flag, of course, and I definitely do not proselytize. Homosexuality is, to me, an inner satisfaction, a pride in a heritage of greatness. To marry a woman would be an inadmissible rejection of my identity.

90% of Deaf people who marry choose a Deaf partner. By contrast, most people with disabilities do not see it as a priority or even desirable to marry within the group. 14

You can't disturb a nobody with evidence he's a nobody. A nobody is not disturbed by anything significant.

If you could trade out and be, say, Godzilla, wouldn't you jump on it, dear? Couldn't you then forgo your bad haircuts and dour wardrobe and moping ways and begin to have some fun, as Godzilla? What might we have to give you to induce you to become Godzilla and leave us alone? Shall we await your answer?

I'm an immigrant kid who came to America from India when I was very young and grew up in New York City with a single mom and really was influenced by all of those immigrant cultures bumping up against each other.

Like many immigrants, I had always kept my Eastern and Western lives compartmentalized.

Every woman has a record of her body—a closet full of jeans and bras of various sizes, albums full of photographs revealing periods of weight gain and loss.

My grandfather was a closet feminist. So

A name is a marker of identity but there are markers we cannot change, like the color of our bodies.

You don't have to be a philosopher; you just have to want to know who you are

There is no difference between buddhas and sentient beings other than their scope of mind. What is called mind, consciousness, or awareness, is of a single identity. The mind of a sentient being is limited. The mind of a buddha is all-pervasive. So develop a scope of mind that is like the sky, which has no limit to the east, west, north, or south. – Shri Singha

Collective memory, the foundation of any culture's narrative, is a historical; mythology, laces with figments of truth, is essential to forming a country's founding identity and maintaining social cohesion.

When I quit working, I lost all sense of identity in about fifteen minutes.

Just be who you want to be not what others want to see