Quotes About Identity

The thing about fashion, my dears, is that you don't need to follow it, no matter what they say. No fashion trend is compulsory, remember—and if you dress too much in the style of the moment, it makes you look like a nervous person.

But never delude yourself into believing that you require someone else's blessing (or even their comprehension) in order to make your own creative work. And always remember that people's judgments about you are none of your business. Lastly, remember what W. C. Fields had to say on this point: "It ain't what they call you; it's what you answer to." Actually, don't even bother answering. Just keep doing your thing.

Loyal Hanneke," Alma said fondly, "let us be honest with ourselves. Who will ever put a ring on these fishwife's hands of mine? Who will ever kiss this encyclopedia of a head?

Or, as Sextus, the ancient Pythagorian philosopher, said, The wise man is always similar to himself. -

If you don't have a clear passion and somebody blithely tells you to go follow your passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger.

I'm damn sure not going to rent a place—what am I, an immigrant?

Nunca olvides que una vez, en el momento más inesperado, te viste a ti misma como una amiga.

Que quantidade incrível de fatores constitui um único ser humano! Em quantas camadas nós funcionamos, e que quantidade de influências recebemos de nossas mentes, corpos, histórias, famílias, cidades, almas e almoços!

But a lot of people don't know exactly what their passion is or they might have multiple passions or they may be going through mid-life change of passion. All of which can leave them feeling confused and blocked and insecure.

If you don't have a clear passion and someone blithely tells you to go follow your passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger.

Every city has a single word that defines it, that identifies most poeple who live there. If you could read people's thoughts as they were passing you on the streets of any given place, you would discover that most of them are thinking the same thought. Whatever that majority thought might be - that is the word of the city. And if your personal word does not match the word of the city, then you don't really belong there.

You can't give me your shame, because it's not a thing. We fucking invented it.

I did believe that my behavior made me unusual—because it didn't seem to match the behavior of other women—but I didn't

I'm too old to hide who I am, Frank. And I'm too old to be made to feel ashamed of myself by anyone—

Other people come here worshipping Eustace. They want to please him, so they let him take over their entire selves, and that's when the resentment starts to build. It builds slowly, over time. What wears people down here isn't the physical labor but the psychological stress of losing their identity.

I got letters saying, I detest everything about you, and I got letters saying, You have written my bible. Imagine if I'd tried to create a definition of myself based on any of these reactions. I didn't try. And

it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection. So now

I did believe that my behavior made me unusual – because it didn't seem to match the behavior of other women – but I didn't believe that it made me bad.

Depression even confiscates my identity; but he always does that. Then Loneliness starts interrogating me, which I dread because it always goes on for hours. He's polite but relentless, and he always trips me up eventually. He asks if I have any reason to be happy that I know of. He asks why I am all by myself tonight, yet again.

I will always be safe from the random hurricanes of outcome as long as I never forget where I rightfully live.

So this was the Ashram's final joke on me? Once I had learned to accept my loud, chatty, social nature and fully embrace my inner Key Hostess - only then could I become The Quiet Girl in the Back of the Temple, after all?

Por qué te vas a meter en una diminuta caja de identidad pudiendo experimentar tu infinidad?

I didn't know what I was doing at college aside from fulfilling a destiny that no one bothered explaining to me.

You know, you seem like a completely different person, now that you're with this new boyfriend. You used to look like your husband, but now you look like David. You even dress like him and talk like him. You know how some people look like their dogs? I think maybe you always look like your men.