Quotes About Identity

You were the only one who looked at me and didn't see her

I was thirteen when I saw my mother die, when I told my story. When I started "having a hard time," as my grandfather likes to say. Would they have locked me up if I'd been thirty? If I'd been a boy? It's a question I do not dare to ask.

But that's the thing about being the girl who's spent years convincing the world she's not afraid of anything: At some point, someone is going to find out you're afraid of everything.

I felt like Barbie's less-than-perfect friend.

Hale would scold her if he heard her say it—even here, even now, in the middle of a con. But there was a part of Kat, deep down, that might have even thought it was true if she ever allowed herself to think about such things—if she could stop running, working, grifting long enough to wonder if she was really going to get away with stealing W. W. Hale V. But

I felt Mr. Smith's pop bottle in my hand, and for a second I couldn't remember why I would be carrying such a thing. I know. I'm almost ashamed of it now—the fact that ten seconds with a boy had driven my mission from my mind. But I did look at it, and I did remember who I was—why I was there—and I knew it was time to forget about boys and trash cans and cats named Suzie; I remembered what was real and what was legend.

He looked at me, and when he did, he was different. His eyes were different, the way he spoke was different. He wasn't his legend as he said, "Gallagher girl? You okay?

Lies aren't just the things we tell -- they're the lives we lead.

So I'm not gorgeous?" Macey challenged. "Of course you are." He started away, turned back at the last minute. "But I'm the guy who figured out that's not all you are.

What is a Gallagher Girl?" Liz asked one final time. "She's a genius, a scientist, a her**ne, a spy. And now we are at the end of our time at school, and the one thing I know for certain is this: A Gallagher Girl is whatever she wants to be." Thunderous, raucous applause filled the student section. Liz smiled and wiped her eyes. She leaned close to the microphone. "And, most of all, she is my sister.

Macey?" Zach asked as if he couldn't believe his eyes, which was maybe the most flattering thing ever, because no one has ever mistaken me for Macey McHenry. Ever.

Hush, little princess, wait and see. No one's gonna know that you are me.

I am my own worst enemy. But if there were to be a second place, it would go to this girl.

But as I looked at everything I was supposed to carry and thought about all the things I was supposed to know, I had to wonder: Do all girls go through this? Is every girl on a date really in deep cover?

It was funny. He was funny. Kat wanted to laugh. She tried to will herself to do it. To dance. To be the girl she'd tried—and failed—to be at Colgan. But instead she inched away from the very kind, very funny, very handsome boy who had followed her into the dark, somehow bringing the music with him.

in a place where everyone knew my story, it was nice to know there was a chapter that only I had read.

if all things were equal, would he still like me then? But I would never know, because things would never be equal. DeeDee would always be flesh and blood to him, and I'd always be a legend.

I kicked and I made contact. "You know, Ms Morgan, that was your mother you just hammered.

Caroline knew what this really is... It is a fourteen-day celebration of a time when people like them killed people like me. - Princess Ann

She draped her arm through mine, and, as we walked, I was sure she probably looked chic and cool and European. I felt slow and clumsy and American.

What is a Gallagher Girl?" Liz asked one final time. "She's a genius, a scientist, a heroine, a spy. And now we are at the end of our time at school, and the one thing I know for certain is this: A Gallagher Girl is whatever she wants to be.

Tell me, Cameron Ann Morgan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" We'd reached another door, and I stopped and looked up at the camera that monitored the entrance, just as I whispered, "Alive.

Hi again, Gallagher Girl.

Çünkü Romani ismin kullanmak demek; mutlaka bir plan?n?n, bir nedenin olmas? anlam?na gelir. Çünkü takma ad kullan?lan iÅŸler s?radan iÅŸler deÄŸildir. Çünkü Visily Romani s?radan bir h?rs?z deÄŸil. (syf. 130 – 131)