Quotes About Identity

I'm not crazy, but several of my other personalities are.

Know yourself who you are, Know your inner potentials, motivations and purposes, Know what blocks you.

So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.

I don't look to a man to get pride in myself. It's not about having a black president, it's about having a good president, and I think that's the most important thing.

For far too long we've allowed the other side to paint us as racist, as sexist, inhumane war mongers - well, today as a conservative black Republican and former solider, I'm here to set that record straight.

A man in chains need not be a slave. If he has pride and self-respect he is a free man though a prisoner, and a constant danger to his jailers. Conversely, a slave who escapes is not a free man, but a runaway slave who may be caught and returned to servitude. A slave is one who accepts the identity ascribed to him by a master: "You are an inferior and unworthy person and so will remain, and therefore must serve me with obedience and humility.

Why did she feel like she was still broken?

Some people are permanently broken. Like Humpty Dumpty, no one can put you back together again. ...But I'm not broken. I'm exactly the way I want to be.

That's the problem with dating somebody you're not truly in love with. Every few weeks the pressure builds and you turn into a monster. You're not sure who you hate more for the lie you are living, him or yourself.

I recently moved to Los Angeles and found out there's an entire city of people who never "fit in!" It's the "land of misfit toys." How great is that? So for those of you out there who are "unique," congratulations on recognizing it, and get comfortable with it, because it's a part of you and one day you'll stumble upon people who totally get you.

Something about the turbulence of adolescence makes you want to do something creative...I thought as I got older I would stop writing about it, but I find adolescence, and popular depictions of it, very interesting. I like to see where my own life intersects or diverges from notions of what a teenager is supposed to be, or what a black person is supposed to be, or a woman.

Trying to be a man is a waste of a woman.

It's okay. We're all messed up in our own special way.

The past is who you are. The future is what you do with that.

The strangest thing about returning to an enclave that encapsulated your youth is that you feel like nothing should have changed. Like you still have the right to be twenty and carefree and irresponsible. Like you still are twenty and carefree and irresponsible.

When you lose your parents young, there is simply a blight on your psyche that becomes part of your being. Really,

You can't stop people from morphing the truth. It's human nature. I blow-dry my hair, put on make-up, wear high-heels. I've laughed at jokes told by men who simply weren't that funny. We create an outer identify to hide our innate vulnerability. But even deeper, it springs from the most primal desire we harbour.

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

Even though Cammie is fluent in fourteen languages and capable of killing a man seven different ways with her bare hands, she has no idea what to do when she meets an ordinary boy who thinks she's an ordinary girl.

I'm a spy, Cam. I was born to do this- to be this. It's in my blood. And I will do it until the day I die. It's who I am... The thing is I don't think you realise is... it's who you are too.

In a place where everyone knew my story, it was nice to know there was a chapter that ONLY I HAD TO READ. :)

You might think being the target of an international terrorist organization, an amnesiac, and a girl with hair dyed in the middle of the night by Macey McHenry would make people stare at you. Well, try walking into the Grand Hall with seriously puffy eyes while holding hands. With a boy.

All these years I'd thought being a spy was challenging. Turns out, being a girl is the tricky part.