Quotes About Selfhood

By constant contemplation of excellence, we clear our selfhood of all dross and impurities.

I don't want to be a copy of anyone else.

Oh, Frank. Can you really think artists and writers are the only people entitled to lives of their own?

Kinderen zijn geen kleurboeken. Je kunt ze niet met je lievelingskleuren inkleuren.

. . . we should be men first, and subjects afterward.

There's an I in menagerie. - Black Annis

dolls have no identity

Anyway, the above must serve as my explanation and apology for treating Thomas More, a Christian Saint, as a hero of selfhood.

No. Please do not name either child after me, Elayne. Let them live their own lives. My shadow will be long enough as it is.' -Rand

According to the article, Douglass responds, "No, no, … I am Marshal Douglass in Washington; here let me be Fred Douglass again."41 Was Douglass in some odd way asking to be a slave again or to be treated as a kind of boy, as some of his critics at the time suggested?

One's life is peculiarly one's own when one has invented it.

Claim your divine, glorious selfhood. Think it, talk it, live it and it will demonstrate itself in your life.

I don't want to be owned by anyone. Or belong to anyone.

destroy his freedom and the integrity of his individual self.9

Une société essentiellement vouée au consumérisme et à l'accumulation de marchandises induit l'individu à minorer son souci d'être (être bien, être quelqu'un de bien, faire le bien) et à majorer ses tendances à avoir, à accaparer, à s'aliéner dans les choses, accumuler les pouvoirs.

Ve den som vil bevare sitt særpreg!

Mr. Trump is Mr. Trump. I'm Mr. Wilders. I'm not anybody's copy or whatsoever.

I can simply tell you that since I was a kid, I didn't like to look like anyone else.

I am A man, not a sponge! If god wished a sponge to think, A SPONGE WOULD THINK!

The self does not stand alone; as we've seen, the self is not a thing, let alone a thing in itself. Rather, we experience selfhood as a renewable capacity to construct and field identities. Like evanescent particles in a cloud chamber, the existence of the self is inferred from its byproducts.

They were anxious to make men of us, by which they meant making us like themselves.

The personal eludes biology in just the way that the face in the picture eludes the theory of pigments. The personal is not an addition to the biological: it emerges from it, in something like the way the face emerges from the colored patches on a canvas.

But very quickly I discovered that passing didn't just mean slipping below the surface, it meant being buried alive. I was still me on the inside, trapped in there with all my wounds and fears. But I was no longer me on the outside.

this was a book about working out who you were. About identity, constant and threatened.