Quotes About Identity

could indicate she doesn't know who she is," he said. "Or that she does know, and doesn't like it." He looked up and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "It could indicate restlessness and dissatisfaction. It could mean her nature is changeable and she shifts her name to fit it. Or it could mean she changes her name with the hope it might help her be a different person.

Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as "Quothe." Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to.

I was in my early twenties and I was, to be quite honest, a bit of a punk. A swaggering entitled straight white guy who hadn't but a lot of thought into what it might be like to be anything other than a straight white guy. Because when you're a straight white guy, you don't *have* to think about that....

Caution suits an arcanist. Assurance suits a namer. Fear does not suit either. It does not suit you.

Demasiada sinceridad te hace parecer falso.

I am. We are. She is. He was. They will be.

Caution suits an arcanist. Assurance suits a namer. Fear does not suit either.

The old man was going from nowhere to nowhere. He had no hat for his head and no pack for his back. He had not a penny or a purse to put it in. He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre.

Of Beginnings and the Names of Things S

Todos nos contamos una historia sobre nosotros mismos. Siempre. Continuamente. Esa historia es lo que nos convierte en lo que somos. Nos construimos

After a certain point is reached the numbers cease to matter, and all that remains is the faceless mass of a crowd.

I have a good memory. That, perhaps more than anything else, sits in the center of what I am. It is the talent upon which so many of my other skills depend.

Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to.

He recognized me. Not as other people would, not as a budding hero out of stories. Tapis had no time for such things. He remembered me as the smudgy, starveling boy who fell down his stairs fever-sick and crying one winter night. You could say I loved him even more for that.

And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!

For Grenouille, this simplicity seemed a deliverance.

El terror que ahora le atenazaba era el de ignorar algo de sí mismo y se trataba de una especie opuesta a la anterior, ya que de este no podía escapar, sino que debía hacerle frente.

Être soi-même un gros alambic qui inonderait le monde des parfums qu'il aurait créés seul, tel était le rêve fou auquel s'abandonnait Grenouille.

He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.

It was as if he had been born a second time; no, not a second time, the first time, for until now he had merely existed like an animal with a most nebulous self-awareness.

If you live through the initial stage of fame and get past it, and remember thats not who you are. If you live past that, then you have a hope of maybe learning how to spell the word artist.