Quotes About Identity

His chest still burned, so much he couldn't tell where the anger stopped and the wound began.

We are the choices we make. And have to make. We aren't anything else.

Cómo es posible que los hombres invisibles estén más solos cuando consiguen que todo el mundo los vea?

There are worse things that being invisible, the monster had said, and it was right.

What are you?" Conor asked, pulling his arms closer around himself. I am not a "what," frowned the monster. I am a "who." "Who are you, then?" Conor said. The monster's eyes widened. Who am I? it said, its voice getting louder. Who am I? The

You are what you remember. You are what you hold on to.

But here, now, again, this was more than the body, or the mind, or the personality. It wasn't holy, that was a whole other mess, but it was something that could be touched only here.

What if, on some level, way down deep inside, right down to the very simplest, purified form of who he was, what if he was corrupted? What if there was some tiny, tiny fault in the first building blocks of who he was, and everything since that moment of life was just papering over an essential crack? And he was just a carapace built on a facade built on scaffolding and there was no real core to him, no real central worth? At all?

Her accent's funny, different from mine, different from anyone in Prentisstown's. Her lips make different kinds of outlines for the letters, like they're swooping down on them from above, pushing them into shape, telling them what to say. In Prentisstown, everyone talks like they're sneaking up on their words, ready to club them from behind. Manchee

It is not my name, but the name I use for this story. A name, I hoped, that would be free of prophecy, free of the burden of a future placed upon it, free of any destiny that would tear it from my hands and destroy worlds. You think I overstate. You are wrong.

Nunca mas invisible -Pero hay cosas peores que ser invisible

Cómo puede una reina ser a la vez una bruja buena y una bruja mala? ¿Cómo puede un príncipe ser a la vez un asesino y un salvador? ¿Cómo puede un boticario tener un carácter del demonio pero ser recto en sus principios? ¿Cómo puede un párroco tener malos pensamientos y un buen corazón? ¿Cómo es posible que los hombres invisibles estén más solos cuando consiguen que todo el mundo los vea?

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you ave any of yerself left at all?

I am the Circle and the Circle is me

Who am I? the monster repeated, still roaring. I am the spine that the mountains hang upon! I am the tears that the rivers cry! I am the lungs that breathe the wind! I am the wolf that kills the stag, the hawk that kills the mouse, the spider that kills the fly! I am the stag, the mouse and the fly that are eaten! I am the snake of the world devouring its tail! I am everything untamed and untameable!

Los humanos son animales complicados [...]. ¿Cómo puede una reina ser a la vez una bruja buena y una bruja mala? ¿Cómo puede un príncipe ser a la vez un asesino y un salvador? ¿Cómo puede un boticario tener un carácter del demonio pero ser recto en sus principios? ¿Cómo puede un párroco tener malos pensamientos y buen corazón? ¿Cómo es posible que hombres invisibles estén más solos cuando consiguen que todo el mundo los vea?

His face and his Noise are as blank as I remember but the lesson of forever and ever is that knowing a man's mind ain't knowing the man.

Everyone's got something. Not even just us, everyone we know. (...) Except maybe the indie kids. They're probably the most normal ones out there.

I look up to him. His face and his Noise are as blank as I remember but the lesson of forever and ever is that knowing a man's mind ain't knowing the man.

I have had as many names as there are years to time itself! roared the monster. I am Herne the Hunter! I am Cernunnos! I am the eternal Green Man!

Because humans are complicated beasts, the monster said. How can a queen be both a good witch and a bad witch? How can a prince be a murderer and a saviour? How can an apothecary be evil-tempered but right-thinking? How can a parson be wrong-thinking but good-hearted? How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?

A memory is not the thing remembered

E se nessuno ti vede, esisti davvero?

Cómo es posible que los hombres invisibles estén más solos cuando consiguen que todo el mundo los vean?