Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better....

Wind is on fire” – beautiful words. What causes the fire, what enhances it, and what finally extinguishes it by itself or by bringing in rainclouds, gets identified with it. Do breath and life have...

You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must...

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

If you include all the fraudulent documents, about 80 percent of Haitians have no reliable identity documents at all.

People who made their dreams come true didn’t simply go after it. They changed the person they were, in order to fit the type of person that would live that type of dream.

Every actor has his own identity. I don’t aspire to be Bond. My quest is to do something new, something different.

I will not have my life narrowed down. I will not bow down to somebody else’s whim or to someone else’s ignorance”.

After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of...

Thus are many identities, over time, shown to be temporary alignments of components involved in a deeper allegiance.

How do I know you’re not crazy?” she asks. “How do I know you’re not the craziest dude I’ve ever met?” “You’ll have to test me out.” “You have my info,” she says. “I’ll think...

But — my dear, my heart is BROKEN! I have seen the perfect Peter Wimsey. Height, voice, charm, smile, manner, outline of features, everything — and he is — THE CHAPLAIN OF BALLIOL!! What is...

All that remains is to forge the #commitment. Regardless of how right everything feels, words never last.

Patriotism is, fundamentally, a conviction that a particular country is the best in the world because you were born in it….

I was born on a Thursday, hence the name. My brother was born on a Monday and they called him Anton–go figure. My mother was called Wednesday, but was born on a Sunday–I don’t know...

I am not who I pretend to be, even when I act like myself.

It is precisely the sort of thing I am always trying to do in my writing – to present my unhappy reader with a wide-ranged chaos – of actions and reactions, thoughts, memories and feelings...

Who can give a man this, his own name?

The big uncookable sections of who we are, they’re the ones I love to taste the most.

We are each what never leaves us, what we never seethe back ofis the self. But what loves usis at the back, as Eurydice wasescorting him outwithout his knowing.

Logic issues in tautologies, mathematics in identities, philosophy in definitions; all trivial, but all part of the vital work of clarifying and organising our thought.

There are days when that dark face is something I can think of as a friend – a primal energy that carries me forward when nothing else will – but more often than not I...

By now it was too late to call St. Jude. He chose an out-of-the-way patch of airport carpeting and lay it down to sleep. He didn’t understand what had happened to him. He felt like...

It seems to me that the greatest triumph of any human rights movement, be it fighting for racial, religious, sexual or gender equality – is to achieve that moment where eyes are opened so wide...

The method of addition is quite charming if it involves adding to the self such things as a cat, a dog, roast pork, love of the sea or of cold showers. But the matter becomes...

Belkide hepimiz bize öğretilenlere bakarak ya da hayattan seçtiklerimizle kendimize bir kimlik yaratıyoruz. Herkesin beğeneceği, herkesin seveceği, herkesin övgülerle karşılayacağı birini yaratıyoruz içimizdeki pek çok kimlikten.Sonra içimizdekilerden biri bir gün gelip ortaya çıkıyor ve o...

… instead of spelling stories you spread silence, which was outside the alphabet.

Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake you’ll see the worldIf I’m not mistaken…Kiss a loverDance a measure,Find your nameAnd buried treasure…Face your lifeIts pain, Its pleasure,Leave no path untaken.

Lydon Johnson realized he really was President, that his identity had changed by President Kennedy’s shocking death, when aides who had been like family to him minutes before, stood in his presence on Air Force...

If you try to view yourself through the lenses that others offer you, all you will see are distortions; your own light and beauty will become blurred, awkward, and ugly. Your sense of inner beauty...

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

Everything is music for the born musician.

Performancism is the mindset that equates our identity and value directly with our performance and accomplishments.

O bliss of the collector, bliss of the man of leisure! Of no one has less been expected and no one has had a greater sense of well-being than… a collector. Ownership is the most...

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...

We know from myths and fairy tales that there are many different kinds of powers in this world. One child is given a light saber, another a wizard’s education. The trick is not to amass...

come hither” to be reason enough to go.

Alan, you seem to think we won’t like you unless you do things just like everyone else. Have you ever thought we might like you because you’re different?

Just after my mother died, I grabbed hold of my Divergence like it was a hand outstretched to save me. I needed that word to tell me who I was when everything else was coming...

Doctors know nothing. Well. That’s kind of unfair. Let’s just say the world is unpredictable. Science is unreliable. It can’t tell you who you are or what you’ll want or how you’ll feel. All these...

Dissociation is characterized by a disruption of usually integrated functions of memory, consciousness, identity, or perception of the environment.

Never try to do anything that is outside of who you are. A forced smile is a sign of what feels wrong in your heart, so recognize it when it happens. Living a lie will...

It’s my diary”, she’d explained. “Every mark I’ve had drawn on my skin connects me to where and who I’ve been- so I never forget who I am and how I got here.”There was humour...

I am a writer and always was; being a writer is an integral part of my identity. Being published, being well regarded, is a component of that identity.

Time doesn’t age you; experience does.

When you let go of the belief that you should or need to know who you are, what happens to confusion? Suddenly it is gone. When you fully accept that you don’t know, you actually...

Society is a collection of selves perpetuating their myth.

Most whites do not have a racial identity, but they would do well to understand what race means for others. They should also ponder the consequences of being the only group for whom such an...

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our...

A poem must be authentic. It could be flowery, it could have the most brilliant metaphor, it could be bursting with onomatopoeia and alliteration, assonance and consonance, hyperbole and paradox, from every end, it could...