Quotes About Identity

may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.

I will not kiss your fucking flag

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is something valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

I am an i poet.

It is always ourselves we find in the seas.

It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.

It was hard enough to get to this point, to figure out what my true purpose is and who I am, and then when I found the courage to start living it, I thought the hard work was done!

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

the cult of Same is all the chic; by instruments, both span and spic, are justly measured Spic and Span:

I'm Homer, the blind brother.

We have had the bomb on our minds since 1945. It was first our weaponry, and then diplomacy, and now it's our economy. How can we suppose that something so monstrously powerful could not, after 40 years, compose our identity?

Homer, maybe you can tell me why I am fatally attracted to women who are no more than mirrors of myself.

Christ, what I wouldn't give to be something other than a human being.

just because I don't have on a silly black costume and carry a silly broom and wear a silly black hat, doesn't mean that I'm not a witch. I'm a witch all the time and not just on Halloween.

They called themselves The Souls. They told Ms. Olinski that they were The Souls before they were a team, but she told them that they were a team as soon as they became The Souls. Then after a while, teacher and team agreed that they were arguing chicken-or-egg. Whichever way it began--chicken-or-egg, team-or-The Souls--it definitely ended with an egg. Definitely, an egg.

Both Jamie and Claudia had acquired a talent for being near but never part of a group. (Some people, Saxonberg, never learn to do that all their lives, and some learn it all too well.)

Ninety percent of who you are is invisible.

The girl clones at Singer Grove were just like the ones in Texas; they knocked themselves out to be like everyone else and then bragged about how they were different. All their differences put into a pot and boiled down wouldn't spice baby food. By trying to brag about how different they were, they just really showed how alike they were, because all their differences were alike.

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

The working class did not rise like the sun at an appointed time. It was present at its own making.

In the end It will not matter That I was a woman. I am sure of it. The body is a source. Nothing more. There is a time for it. There is a certainty About the way it seeks its own dissolution.

You can easily recognize that something is coming from Ego because when you get it, it doesn't satisfy you.