Quotes About Identity

I would like to know just what kind of nothing I am

Novak was saying that the pope's message was in part: You are not nothing; you are a great deal. God made you in his image, and he calls you to be like him. And so you must walk forward in to the world each day with confidence and humility. This reminded me of what a woman in Bible study said once. "Walk with pride, for you are the daughter of a king.

Identify, I've learned, can be sliced many ways and there is gain with every loss.

How could he try to get Sandi to reveal her true colors when she was a rainbow?

After all, he was human, in spite of rumors to the contrary.

And, she thought uncomfortably, what would happen if people did not recognize you? Would you know who you were yourself? If tomorrow they started to call her Vanessa or Janet or Elizabeth, would she know how to be, how to feel like, Charlotte? Were you some particular person only because people recognized you as that?

Where you some particular person because people recognized you as that?

Even her footsteps did not seem to belong to her. The night seized and transformed them, just as it transformed the greenhouses they passed from useful places for growing things into cold night palaces.

Charlotte believed in ghosts, for after all, she had been a kind of ghost herself.

Why is it that beautiful women never seem to have curiosity? Is it because they know they're classical? With classical things the Lord finished the job. Ordinary ugly people know they're deficient and they go on looking for the pieces.

But her thoughts are often of the past. That evanescent, pervasive, slippery internal landscape known to no one else, that vast accretion of data on which you depend - without it you would not be yourself. Impossible to share and no one else could view it anyway. The past is out ultimate privacy; we pile it up, year by year, decade by decade, it stows itself away, with its perverse random recall system.

I began drinking because the thought that I was drinking gave me a kind of identity: each time I poured myself a brandy in the deserted afternoon I could say to myself 'I am a woman who drinks.

I don't know who I am, I don't know what I'm like, how can I know what I want? I only know that whether I'm good or bad, whether I'm a bitch or not, whether I'm strong or weak or contemptible or a bloody martyr - I mean whether I'm fat or thin, tall or short, because I don't know - I want to be happy.

Querida señora Evans, por Dios, venga a enseñarme cómo vivir. No es que lo haya olvidado; es que nunca he sabido. Un útero no es tan importante. Es sólo la cuna de la vida, algo que tira de la luna como si fuera un cometa y hace que el mar suba y baje, suba y baje, la respiración del mundo.

She felt as if she'd always been holding a part of herself back, saving it, and she had a terrible fear she would end up saving it forever. That she would die with whole parts of herself unused.

But [he] had lost god, and all his family and friends were staying behind with his imaginary friend. A silly dream goes away and takes with it your whole real life.

The voice of our original self is often muffled, overwhelmed, even strangled, by the voices of other people's expectations. The tongue of the original self is the language of the heart.

We do not attract what we want, but what we are.

Giving birth is a transformation and it doesn't matter whether you've had eight babies before. It's still a transformation the next time you have another baby, because you are no longer the same woman you were before you had that baby.

Our strong sun darkens the colour of your skin to the colour of ours, but it cannot change what lies underneath.

I'm the son of Yancy and Nita Allen, but more importantly, I'm a child of God. I realized that none of the rest of it was that important. Most days, that's enough. Sometimes I still fall into that trap of feeling sorry for myself, but it doesn't last long.

The girlfriend was called Gwen

En människa kan leva utan syn, en blind är också människa. Men blir man inte sedd, då är man ingenting.

when it came to dying, I was scared. Not of being dead, that I could not comprehend, to be nothing was impossible to grasp and therefore really nothing to be scared of, but the dying itself I could comprehend, the very instant when you know that now comes what you have always feared, and you suddenly realise that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember.