Quotes About Identity

I'm going to promote myself exactly as I am, with all my weak points and my strong ones. My weak points are that I'm self-conscious and often insecure, and my strong point is that I don't feel any shame about it.

Of all your work, you are still your most beautiful. The most beautiful work of all.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

What do we do with those that can be accessed and dismissed by a channel changer, that we love no less than a nineteenth-century poet or an admired stranger or a character from the pen of Emily Brontë? What do we do when one of them commingles with our own sense of self, only to be transferred into a finite space within an on-demand portal?

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

Sadece kendim olmak istiyor ve Peter Pan klan?ndan geliyordum. Biz asla büyümezdik.

Even as a child, I knew what I didn't want. I didn't want to wear red lipstick.

We were evolving with different needs. I needed to explore beyond myself and Robert needed to search within himself. He explored the vocabulary of his work, and as his components shifted and morphed, he was in effect creating a diary of his internal evolution, heralding the emergence of a suppressed sexual identity.

You know, the dreams you had for me weren't my dreams," he said. "Maybe those dreamsare meant for you.

Then I read Little Women, and of course, like a lot of really young girls, I was very taken with Jo - Jo being the writer and the misfit.

It occurred to me looking around at all of your things and your work and going through years of work in my mind, that of all your work, you are still your most beautiful. The most beautiful work of all.

From very early on in my childhood - four, five years old - I felt alien to the human race. I felt very comfortable with thinking I was from another planet, because I felt disconnected - I was very tall and skinny, and I didn't look like anybody else, I didn't even look like any member of my family.

I loved my coat and the cafe and my morning routine. It was the clearest and simplest expression of my solitary identity.

Fred didn't swim either. He said Indians didn't swim.

We broke our mother's heart and became ourselves. We proceeded to breathe and therefore to leave, drunken, astonished, each of us a god.

Mein Hemd war etwas zerknittert, aber warum sollte es ihm besser gehen als mir.

I tried to write something about Jesse but couldn't, as her face echoed her father's and the proud palace where the ghosts of our old life dwell.

that he was a good boy trying to be bad.

Sometimes I wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

This is it, this is mine.

Having no past we have only present and future. We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free

Eu não conseguia me identificar com movimentos políticos. Quando tentava participar de algum, sentia-me tomada por outra forma de burocracia. Perguntava-me se alguma coisa que fazia tinha importância.

At least they'll never get it," he said. "Who are they?" I asked. "Anyone who isn't us." he replied.

Christ died for somebody's sins / But not mine,