Negro” societies are in full possession of the world’s knowledge and in control of their destinies, they will bring to an end all those savageries which for centuries have been committed in the name of race. From what we are now witnessing in certain parts of the world today, however, there is no guarantee that...

We at Apple had forgotten who we were. One way to remember who you are is to remember who your heroes are.

I can be anything you want but definitely not a wannabe.

I invented you the way I like but I have fallen for you the way you are.

All this sea of humanity reassured me that as alien as i felt, there were always others in the world far odder than I

I miss my old life

You can’t see yourself. You know what you look like because of mirrors and photographs, but out there in the world, as you move among your fellow human beings, whether strangers or friends or the most intimate beloveds, your own face is invisible to you. You can see other parts of yourself, arms and legs,...

None of us just pop into the world fully formed, so it’s the little facts that make us.

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

At the end of time I want my art to stand up and my soul to bow down.

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles…

The act of claiming an identity can be transformational. It can provide healing and empowerment. It can weld solidarity within a community. And, perhaps most importantly, it can diminish power from an oppressor, a dominant group.

I fall in love with Paraíso. It’s like a giant playground where I’m never scolded for running around recklessly, where I’m almost overwhelmed with the amount of attention and love I receive from Mami’s family. In New York, I’m invisible.

…being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.

The path you walk is unique and needed. There is no other like yours. On your path you experience love, joy and peace, as well as loneliness, sadness and torment. These all are specific lessons you choose to rediscover your divine identity.

We have a lot more students coming to St. Thomas who are interested and committed to their Catholic identity and are more vocal about it.

What makes this university Catholic is our ongoing struggle with our Catholic identity. I’m for that (struggle). I’m for arguing about this.

You are more that the identity your mind creates.

We cannot tell that we are constantly splitting into duplicate selves because our consciousness rides smoothly along only one path in the endlessly forking chains

To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper. The moving about that the city mutliplies and concentrates makes the city itself an immense social experience of lacking a place — an experience that is, to be sure, broken up into countless tiny...

The way you treat others determines the way others treat you; the way others treat you determines the way you see yourself; the way you see yourself determines who you are.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

I’m old enough to have lived in a country where, if you were willing to work hard, you could have a fairly nice life. You could support your family, and even get a shot at owning your own home. But you never thought you’d get a swimming pool. Now culture has hypnotised people into thinking...

Everything a person is and everything he knows resides in the tangled thicket of his intertwined neurons. These fateful, tiny bridges number in the quadrillions, but they spring from just two sources: DNA and daily life. The genetic code calls some synapses into being, while experience engenders and modifies others.(148)

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

We are all a little schizophrenic. Each of us has three different people living inside us every day—who you were, who you are and who you will become. The road to sanity is to recognize those identities, in order to know who you are today.

Washed and waiting. That is my life – my identity as one who is forgiven and spiritually cleansed and my struggle as one who perseveres with a frustrating thorn in the flesh, looking forward to what God has promised to do. That is what this book is all about.

People are getting a little more savvy in understanding that identity thieves do this.

Peter.” The fine hair along her spine rising, Vicky could feel the power in a name. This is who you are, it said. Come back to us.

She was right. After all, if she herself had wondered whether she was Indian enough — she, who had always been to me a sort of epitome of Indian — then who could be? Who could claim the sole right or way to an identity?

Feelings are something you have; not something you are.

Everyone has an identity crisis when they are 16 or 17 years old.

Cucullus non facit monachum; that’s as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.

My father could talk about the Romany way of life and its culture. He could talk about freedom and the Scottish spirit. But that was all he could talk about. I was desperate for someone to talk to but there was just nobody there.

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

You’ll never know who you are unless you shed who you pretend to be.

Remember who you really are. You cannot be destroyed or hurt. You cannot be harmed or killed. You, the real you, will always be present and powerful.

Don’t let what you thought you were yesterday keep you from becoming what you’re meant to be today.

Of course, I’m aware of the animosities destroying brain cells on both sides, and I know all about the obstinacy of the warring parties, their refusal to reach an agreement, their devotion to their own murderous hatred….

All I can tell you with certainty is that I, for one, have no self, and that I am unwilling or unable to perpetrate upon myself the joke of a self…. What I have instead is a variety of impersonations I can do, and not only of myself — a troupe of players that I...

We hear a lot about identity theft when someone takes your wallet and pretends to be you and uses your credit cards. But the more serious identity theft is to get swallowed up in other people’s definition of you.

One of the main tasks of adolescence is to achieve an identity—not necessarily a knowledge of who we are, but a clarification of the range of what we might become, a set of self-references by which we can make sense of our responses, and justify our decisions and goals.

Depression is about anger, it is about anxiety, it is about character and heredity. But it is also about something that is in its way quite unique. It is the illness of identity, it is the illness of those who do not know where they fit, who lose faith in the myths they have so...

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.

If you go to the craft market you will see them everywhere. They represent the mix of cultures and races here in the Dominican Republic, that are the result of centuries of international commerce, colonization, conquest, and the slave trade. The facelessness means that there is no ‘typical’ Dominican woman.

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

Be like the flower, content with its nature.

Sleep is where we touch what is better left unexamined. There, the whole of life is bundled up, dwindled. There the carefully hoarded and enjoyed personality, our only treasure and at the same time our only defense must die into the ultimate truth of things, the black lightning that splits and destroys all, the positive,...

Maybe the hardened clay was not as ugly as I had thought. Maybe what I resented was the color my father had painted me. The time had come to sand away some of that dreadful stain.

Our identity encompasses toughness now because she supplies it. She wants the ball, she’s not afraid of any type of defense or any type of circumstance, and she guards the heck out of people.