Quotes About Identity

Qualche volta al signor Pontellier veniva il dubbio che sua moglie cominciasse ad accusare qualche lieve squilibrio mentale. Vedeva chiaramente che non era più lei. O meglio, non vedeva che Edna stava diventando se stessa, e che ogni giorno si liberava di quella falsa identità che adottiamo come un abito con cui presentarci davanti al pubblico.

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside the fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

One of these days, she said, I'm going to pull myself together for a while and think—try to determine what character of a woman I am; for, candidly, I don't know. By all the codes which I am acquainted with, I am a devilishly wicked specimen of the sex. But some way I can't convince myself that I am. I must think about it.

What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!

One of these days, she said, I am going to pull myself together for a while and think - try to determine what character of a woman I am; for, candidly, I don't know.

Are you a man or a mouse?

What world is this I now inhabit, and how shall I live in it?

There was, truly no place for him. The home of his childhood was long gone, and it had never been his home, even when he was a child. His mother had said to him, Do not anger your father. Try to do as he says. Try to be who he wants you to be. But he had not known how to do that, had he? He still did not know how to do that. He knew, only, how to be himself. And shouldn't home be the place where you are allowed to be yourself, loved as yourself?

He looked at me, and, my goodness, his eyes were bright, and it occurred to me that they were probably so bright because he had never had to ask himself who he was or where he belonged or who he wanted to be.

But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways.

It is very dangerous for you to be who you are, said Brother Edik. and so you must pretend to be someone you are not. But how can I pretend to be someone I am not when I don't know who I am?

cock his head this way and that. Called him Cricket, on

And shouldn't home be the place where you are allowed to be yourself, loved as yourself?

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that, somewhere, in another place entirely, she was known and loved.

HE WILL BECOME KNOWN TO THE WORLD AS ULYSSES! Holy

Who was I without the Flying Elefantes? Who was I without Granny? And who was I without a curse upon my head?

Killing him will not banish him from your dreams, said Cannoc. I can assure you of that. Think on who you are, Jack Dory.

Rob was dismayed to see that she was still wearing his shirt and jeans.

We'll smell of fish forever," I said. "That would be nice.

We are none of us one thing alone and unchanging. We are not static, or at rest. Just as a city or a prince's court or a lineage is many people in one, so is a person many people within one, always unfinished and always like a river's current flowing onward ever changing toward the ocean that is greater than all things combined.

But aren't all of us like a fine weaving? The pattern the world sees often hides the threads." Tess

I don't know," said Diana. "I gave up a long time ago trying to decide whether we're ever ourselves or are only playing roles. And who could tell which the role was, the passionate kisser or the ruthless conqueror? Maybe they both are roles. Or maybe they're both true. Can't two contradictory things exist inside one person?

If we stay as we have been, then we will die, just as a pool dries up in the summer if there is no rain. We must change if we want to live. But we must also remain who we are and who the gods gifted us to be.

Belle laide, Athénaïs calls me,' I replied with a little shrug. The expression was usually used to describe a woman who was arresting despite the plainness of her looks.