Identity Quotes

Silence has built walls, walls that I attempt to break by pedaling faster, only to be imprisoned a hundred feet down the road.

Never get tired of being your true original self. You are too special to be anything other than a reflection of your true identity.

Who are you?""No one of consequence.""I must know.""Get used to disappointment.

I finally understood what my grandmother meant. If I wasn't comfortable with myself, I would never be comfortable.

The ego is the false self-born out of fear and defensiveness.

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here, " he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.

I don't want to inhabit the human world under false pretenses.

I'm just Phil from Rossendale. And now people are screaming for me 'cause I make YouTube videos - it's just crazy!

It's not a real name, " she says. "Not one that he's carried with him always. It's one he wears like his hat. So he can take it off if he wants.

I won't sleepif that's what it takesto not wake upas myself

I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.

Who are we but the stories we tell ourselves, about ourselves, and believe?

I am not one and simple, but complex and many.

We are what we love. We are the things, the people, the ideas we spend our days with. They center us, they drive us, they define us to our very core.Without them, we are empty.

I am neither I nor the other oneI am something in between

I look like vanilla pudding so nobody knows that on the inside I am spider soup.

Tell me who loves, who admires you, and I will tell you who you are.

So who do I want to be tomorrow?

We are what we are...

Dreaming and loving and screwing. None of these are identities. Maybe when other people look at us, but not to ourselves. We are so much more complicated than that.

He wished he could be anywhere else and anyone else but Here and Him.

...the issue becomes not whether a person has experience with a stigma of his own, because he has, but rather how many varieties he has had his own experience with.

Perhaps we have stopped ourselves from being invented, from self-realization, by blaming others for our wordlessness.

o•cean (ˈōSHən) n. pl. -s. 1. The endless part of yourself you never knew but always suspected was there. [2015, Whittier]

Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you want, and which way the wind blows.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you

Am I too much for the world, or is the world too much for me?

Behind every mask there is a face, and behind that a story.

I was a rule-follower. I obeyed all forms of authority. I had never before encountered a situation where the authority was clearly wrong and I had to stand up for what was right.

I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else matters. it's how we live our life.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?

So my life is a point-counterpoint, a kind of fugue, and a falling away–and everything winds up being lost to me, and everything falls into oblivion, or into the hands of the other man.

Dani said this woman, with whom she’d lived for two years, had never known her. “I feel like people accept the first thing I show them, ” she said, “and that’s all I ever am to them.

People change, though, especially after they are dead.

The fact that both ego and self say "I" is a source of confusion and misidentification. The well-informed ego says truly, "I am what I know myself to be." The self says merely, "I am.

No one knows me. Not anymore

Be the person you really are and not the person you'e allowed yourself to become, " Kate said to Nikki. From 'Life Song

No one knows who they are more than someone who changes their identity (before I became a farmer, I was a leadership coach).

Only me, eh? Is that how you see yourself? Only you is worth a good deal more than you think.

Yesterday Allison bought me nail polish in the annoying shade of mauve. How can anyone look at me and think mauve?

Using the voice is a physical act, one that first announces the existence of the body of residence and then trumpets its arrival in a public space.

Naming can satisfy a need, it can shorten a conversation that otherwise might go on for hours.

black identities are diverse and complex…

Shall I be'her'?

I wish I knew who I am, " I whispered to the stars in Baya's eyes.Slowly, Baya shook his head. "Oh, Dust Girl, that's the hardest wish of all. Not even Baya can give you that one. That one you earn.

At a certain point in his life he stopped searching for himself in everything that exists and gave in to temptations. Or, as you say, he sinned and later fled.

We are all nameless inside.

We redheads are a minority, we tend to notice each other - you know, and notice our identity

Last words of wisdom. Whoever you were as a child, she's your future.

When there is a gap—between your face and your race, between the baby and the mother, between your body and yourself—you are expected, everywhere you go, to explain the gap.