Quotes About Identity

Whenever I thought of the essential bleakness of black life in America, I knew that Negroes had never been allowed to catch the full spirit of Western civilization, that they lived somehow in it but not of it. And when I brooded upon the cultural barrenness of black life, I wondered if clean, positive tenderness, love, honor, loyalty, and the capacity to remember were native with man.

In death, we never much resemble who we were in life, for all the mystery is gone.

You mean you can't fix it?" "I can fix anything, cher. " "That's not my name," she corrected him. And aren't you just pretty impressed with yourself, Mr. Repair Guy.

Butler: Do you think I look deaf? William: Whadda I know. You look like you could be anything.

Sometimes I imagine I can feel the earth pause in its rotation, can feel it pause and look at us as if wondering, Just who the hell do you think you are?

he lay down in the middle of the field in the sun on his back and closed his eyes, and felt wind, sun, the ground below him...The sun confused him, with its warmth, the brightness. He dozed throughout the rest of the afternoon. His life meant something. he was his own man, belonged to no one.

And it occurred to me by the time I was a teenager that I had become part of the land, every bit as much a part of it as sparrow eggs or thrasher nest, garter snake or oak tree, and that the rest of my life, or anyone's life, would be a gradual learning process, a journey toward fitting into one's home, for those of us lucky enough to still recognize what is home...that which we are a part of, rather than estranged from. And rather than using the word lucky, perhaps I should use the word grace.

Sometimes the ones the world has no place for are best equipped to show us what it is to live fully and to be truly loved.

But we serve best when we understand our belovedness. When we serve as the beloved, we are creating a new world with the Father and for the Father's pleasure.

There are men who need to defile themselves in order to get on with their lives.

Titles are just constructs to help us label one another to quickly assess what someone is worth without thinking too much.

I'm just a broken thing you're familiar with.

How can anyone love me when I can't find a single reason to love myself? Do you ever feel like you've given yourself away? Let the world drain away every important thing about you? Why can't anything ever just feel...normal?

Rachel: You're a half-blood, too? Annabeth: Shhh! Just announce it to the world, how about? Rachel: Okay. Hey, everybody! These two aren't human! They're half Greek god!...They don't seem to care.

She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.

My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.

Gaea?" Leo shook his head. "Isn't that Mother Nature? She's supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and dear and rabbits doing her laundry." "Leo, that's Snow White," Piper said.

You're Dionysus, I said. The god of wine. Mr. D rolled his eyes. What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say 'Well duh!'? Y-yes, Mr. D. Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps? You're a god. Yes, child. A god. You.

Tyson, Frank is a descendant of Poseidon. Brother! Tyson crushed Frank in a hug. Percy stifled a laugh. Actually he's more like a great-great-...Oh, never mind. Yeah, he's your brother. Thanks. Frank mumbled through a mouthful of flannel.

Names have power.

There were a lot of answers I might've given, from I knew that to LIAR! to Yeah right, and I'm Zeus. - Percy, after Quintus says that he is Daedalus

I guessed his name was Face of Horror. I wondered how long it had taken his mom to think of that. Bob? No. Sam? No. How about Face of Horror?

Since Percy'd lost his memory,his whole life was one big fillin-the-blank. He was____________________, from____________________. He felt like ____________________, and if the monsters caught him, he'd be____________________.

This is Buford," Leo announced. "You name your furniture?" Frank asked.