Quotes About Identity

Well, I still write poetry, but I wouldn't call myself a poet.

Pooling people in race silos is akin to zoologists grouping raccoons, tigers, and okapis on the basis that they are all stripey." 8

I struggle with the fact that who I am has often been hidden behind stories that I tell myself derived from my perceptions of others' thoughts, statements, actions, or indifference.

What would you call yourself if you didn't use anyone or anything else's associations to label you?

And once again Einar became exhausted by the world failing to know who he was.

Einar felt lonely, and he wondered if anybody in the world would ever know him.

I know someone loves me from how they say my name. Like with my mom and dad, when they say "Benjamin" it's like my name is safe in their mouth.

Yes, but if I were to look down there what would I see?" "Don't think about it like that," Greta said. "That's not the only thing that makes you Lili.

Isn't a gay Mormon like an oxymoron?' 'Do I look like an oxymoron to you?' 'An oxymormon.

Nació en un páramo. Era un niñita nacida envuelta en un cuerpo de niño en un páramo

Lili chiuse gli occhi (li sentiva così pesanti sotto lo strato di cipria!) e pensò a Copenhagen come a una città dove lei e Einar potevano vivere entrambi come una stessa persona.

He realized that Lili and he shared something: a pair of oyster-blue lungs; a chugging heart; their eyes, often rimmed pink with fatigue. But in the skull it was almost as if there were two brains, a walnut halved: his and hers.

Jews were the standard-bearers of the Austrian idea of unity.' A poignant though probably apocryphal tale is of a group of Austro-Hungarian Army officers casting earth into the grave of a fellow soldier: each does it in the name of his own nationality – Hungarian, Czech, Slovak, Polish. Only the Jewish officer speaks for Austria.

I do not believe in race; I abhor any form of racialism or nationalism; and I never belonged to the Jewish faith. Thus I do not see on what grounds I could possibly consider myself as a Jew. I do sympathize with minorities; but although this has made me stress my Jewish origin, I do not consider myself a Jew.

Even now when at the end, with nothing left to lose, I cannot identify what I could never choose.

I welcomed who I was and left behind who I was not.

What can I say? Life's no bed of roses For a kid who's different, A kid with horns. A bed of roses? LMAO!

Minos says I'm nothing more than Nothing. Can Nothing take a form and call it me? But nothing is ever what it seems. Watch Nothing laugh. See Nothing cry. Hear Nothing scream.

But I have learned that life is more complex, that the door between this world and the next is sometimes left ajar, and that each of us is more, far more, than we are told we are.

Asterion. She calls me by my name, and lights this sunless coffin like a flame.

There are many days I wonder - why me? Why was I born into this family? This body? This time? This land? This space? Did nature play a joke or simply misplace the instructions about who I was meant to be?

What is a woman? Her brothers' sister, her father's daughter, Her husband's wife, her children's mother

Being transformed also means being unconformed.

Sanctification is about living in ways that are consistent with what we already are in Christ.