Quotes About Identity

Instead of tall and angular shapes regarded as masculine and aggressive, she now turned to soft, rounded forms identified as female or nurturing.

Asked if she was a feminist, Louise said she wasn't sure, but she was a woman--her art couldn't help reflecting that.

Att säga att man respektera 'en lärare' är meningslöst eftersom 'lärare' bara är en titel. Frågan är om man kan respektera människan bakom titeln.

That what you see is not always what it looks like i don't judge anyone by his robes.

We are All Unique But Not Different..

The art of Life is to be Ourselves.

Who's the clown in life, the one with the two faces and characters or the persons who Laugh about them?

Some People have Different Faces but Remember with one Face we will always go to the End.

If we look in the Mirror, we Know who we Are hope You are Proud on that Moment. Jan Jansen

Do we Know Ourselves good Enough or we Still Searching for the Way to Find the Right Balance?

our Face Will be our Betrayer on the Long Run

The point, Nobu told Sumi, was to find some disciplined way to endure suffering without losing one's sense of identity, dignity, and purpose.

Mathias bore the immigrant's burden. He had one foot on one side of the ocean in Germany and the other in America, which made him an outsider in both places.

Father, you do not have to be a villain to act one in a play . . .

We decided he might like to know about the people and places that belong to him now so he can begin a story all his own.

Just be who you are,' said Beth, 'because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

Sometimes you have to gag on fancy before you can appreciate plain, th' way I see it. For too many years, I ate fancy, I dressed fancy, I talked fancy. A while back, I decided to start talkin' th' way I was raised t' talk, and for th' first time in forty years, I can understand what I'm sayin'.

Han hadde godtatt det alle stakk hodet i sanden for å skjule; at vi alle sakte men sikkert ble slipt like som stein på stranda, samme hva vi mente. Bak vår tilkjempete eksentrisitet, bak valget av fritidssysler, bak valg av kone, av studier, av forbilder, elskerinner, sigarettmerker og dagdrømmer, var vi alle konforme, snart var det bare fingeravtrykkene som viste at vi ikke var identiske.

I was three or perhaps four years old when I realized that I had been born into the wrong body, and should really be a girl (AS: I don't share that part of her feelings fully). I remember the moment well, and it is the earliest memory of my life.

In de oorlog had ik daar wankel op de hoge hakken gelopen, met een jurk aan en een hoofddoek om. Om mijn broer te bewijzen dat ook ik geschikt was om illegaal werk te doen. Maar voor de garage kwam ik een jongen tegen die ik in jaren niet gezien had en die zei: 'Dag Jan!' Ik ging terug, trok de kleren van mijn zuster uit en bemoeide me verder niet meer met de oorlog.

Hebt u nog ouwe spulletjes? Alleen mezelf.

I've barely said five words to you. What indication could you possibly have that I am a Yankee?" "Well, we could start with the words 'what indication.' Someone from south of the Mason-Dixon would have said, 'Who the hell are you calling a Yankee?' Then we would have fought.

Are you sure you weren't adopted?" "Mom would like to think so, but it was a natural birth, so her memory's real clear.

If our mothers are rolling over every time we do something on their list of things a lady shouldn't do, they've been flopping like flounder since they were buried.