Quotes About Identity

We try to do what's right, or rather what other say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are...you have to choose.

There was no "me" in Alchemy. Well, phonetically there was, but that wasn't the point.

The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.

I looked around at us all: me in my nightgown, Kiyo bare-chested, Dorian in his extravagant robes, and Tim in his Native getup. God, I muttered, standing up, we all look like the village people.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco.

John Cusack is standing over there." I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. "That's not John Cusack. That's Jerome." "Seriously?" "Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack." "Keyword: looked. That guy doesn't look like him. That guy is him.

I'm a succubus." He shook his head. "No, you aren't." "Yes, I am." "You aren't." I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. "I am too." "No. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone knows that. They don't wear jeans and sweaters.

I couldn't be certain, but I think Rose swore in Russian.

Ian's the black sheep." "I thought I was the black sheep," said Seth, sounding almost hurt. "No. You're the unfocused artistic one. I'm the responsible one. Ian's the wild, hedonistic one." "What's hedonistic?" asked Kendall. Her father considered. "It means you run up a lot of credit card bills you can't pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot of…lady friends.

Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all.

I don't know how you do it. You aren't even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you're a brunette. I just don't see guys going for that." "Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.

Rose: "Wow. You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible... what happened. But, wow. You really are a god."... Dimitri: "What?" Rose: "Uh, nothing.

We're the same! Even Sonya says we are. We've always been the same, and we're both acting the same stupid way now! We hold ourselves to higher standards than everyone else.

No one was normal, not really.

Couldn't Lissa have healed that black eye away?" "Its a badge of honor. Makes me seem manly.

Well, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves.

Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.",

My life was split by two worlds, but he kept me whole.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I did care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

Why not wear a scar of Motherhood? Better than a tattoo or a mark of Honor. Let the world know what you've achieved.

Don't get caught up in fashion games. These kids probably think we're old, nark conformists or something, but really, they're just conforming in their own ways. They're conforming to nonconformity.

It's not about you, okay ? This time, it's about me. Not you. All my life, Lissa ... All my life, it's been the same. They come first. I've lived my life for you. I've trained to be your shadow, but you know what ? I want to come first.

Hey, how come you told those girls your name was Jet?" "Standard practice if you don't want chicks to find you later, Sage. Besides, I figured I was protecting our operation here." "Yeah, but why Jet? Why not . . . I don't know . . . Travis or John?" Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.

Hope had gone so white, it was a wonder someone didn't accuse her of being a Strigoi.