Quotes About Identity

I'm not who I thought I'm not there or here

I can't help but be both of you. I wanted to be able to take a side and will never again.

Who wants to see us anyway?

We are the ones there are, and will always be.

I'm told that I'm Wisdom, but how would I know?

Have you forgotten yourself enough to come with me?

I am someone who couldn't find her place

I don't feel like I am where you are; I'm not in the world except by appearance.

I'm so crazy I can't know anyone anymore. I listen to voices, see people who aren't tangible to others; they sustain me, and I need them. Who's to say who's really here?

I hear voices in my head continuously, at least one of them sounds like me.

I am now a killer and an immortal, inorganic, an intellectual stranger.

I will be myself again. When were we ourselves? eons and lives ago

I have to cover up a lot of parts of me. Everyone does.

I have no interest in being myself, I just am.

I say I don't know how to make them accept me.

Your definitions of living kill you into a frenetic boredom

I can't accept an identity others give me; I won't be your person.

Lutamos muito para ter um ego, mas se nos identificamos com ele, esquecemos o self, negando-o por ignorância ou orgulho até que nosso sofrimento se torne insuportável.

severed by light from myself not knowing but almost

I always wake like this being watched already forgetting who I am

We are taught to think ourselves ugly. Eyes are an assaulted sense. We are taught to behave by spankings and whippings. Touch is an assaulted sense. We are taught we should not smell, or we smell wrong. Smell is an assaulted sense. We listen to songs that call us 'hos and tell us how to give blow jobs. Hearing is an assaulted sense. Taste, not so much.

All the different ways of talking English I throw together like a salad and dine greedily in my mongrel tongue.

The front of my head feels like a house, and the thoughts reside within different set places that I can rearrange like furniture, but mostly I don't. I come from a furniture-dodging tribe. We tiptoe around the pieces as they remain in place. I'm thinking that way again. Strange, the small things that make us proud.

My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.