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No matter how much we ask after the truth, self-awareness is often unpleasant. We do not feel kindly toward the Truthsayer.

I realize then that it’s not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

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

Unmoor the boat, we could go…downriver…History is a collection of found objects washed up through time. Goods, ideas, personalities surface towards us and then sink away and some we hook out and others we ignore....

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

Although healing brings a better life, it also threatens to permanently alter life as you’ve known it. Your relationships, your position in the world, even your sense of identity may change. Coping patterns that have...

It took me many years to understand that my identity is more Israeli than Jewish.

I have no definable history before I was abandoned and taken in by the orphanage in Hong Kong. I truly am a blank sheet. I have been disconnected from my ancestors. I don’t know who...

Sometimes I get the feeling that we’re just a bunch of habits. The gestures we repeat over and over, they’re just our need to be recognized. Without them, we’d be unidentifiable. We have to reinvent...

For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.

Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be. She thought of that, worried about it for a few days, and then wrote a column using that as a premise,...

Be as advertised.

Are you what others say and think you are? Or are you who you are regardless of what others say and think?

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

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

the man eventually becomes what he dreams of”By T. Afsin Ilgar – Ted`s Tale

social” space, communal territories, or even national identities.

That illusion of a world so shaped that it echoes every groan, of human beings so tied together by common needs and fears that a twitch at one wrist jerks another, where however strange your...

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

…as I was sifting through a heap of old and new “identity cards,” I noticed that something was missing: my identity.

I am my mother, but I’m not,” I was saying my path would be my own.

The act of writing itself is much like the construction of a mirror made of words. Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective...

poor me” victim identity. It was defined by individual black males daring to self-define rather than be defined by others.

I think… that love encompasses the experience of the possible transition from the pure randomness of chance to a state that has universal value. Starting out from something that is simply anencounter, a trifle, you...

You know I’m the first rapper to adopt a tabby cat. You know I adopted straight from the ASPCA, you feel me? Just breaking the boundaries, man, showing everybody it’s okay to be yourself. Embrace...

Silent solitude makes true speech possible and personal. If I am not in touch with my own belovedness, then I cannot touch the sacredness of others. If I am estranged from myself, I am likewise...

Chris Hedges said that Michael Jackson’s memorial service was a variety show with a coffin, that MJ transformed himself through surgery and perhaps female hormones from a brown-skinned African American male to a chalk-faced androgynous...

She glanced at her watch, reminding herself who she was.

Who are you, Miss Snowe?”…”Who am I indeed? Perhaps a personage in disguise.

We’re getting there offensively. We’re starting to get that identity.

Don’t bother calling the cops, because nobody can find me here. I know, because after all these years, I’m still trying to find myself.

If you tell me I look like someone you know, I might get panicked and think you’re on to me. I thought nobody saw me abduct that guy and steal his identity.

I refuse to dedicate my life to posterity. Surely one owes as much to the current generation as to one’s unwanted children. What a fate – to grow rotund and unseemly, to lose my self-love,...

I believe he was feeling a bit nervous. Possibly it was my costume that took him aback. I was dressed quite well, even elegantly, and looked as if I belonged to the best society.

It is one thing to understand the gospel but is quite another to experience the gospel in such a way that it fundamentally changes us and becomes the source of our identity and security.

My world foreshortened, flattening into a credit card. Seen head on, things seemed merely skewed, but from the side the view was virtually meaningless–a one-dimensional wafer. Everything about me may have been crammed in there,...

I am not made like any of those I have seen. I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least...

I thought Oliver was trying hard before, but now I realize it’s quite the opposite– he doesn’t try, he just is, makes up his mind and doesn’t check if it’s going to work for his...

Identity is the history that has gone into bone and blood and reshaped the flesh. Identity is not what we were but what we have become what we are at this moment.

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.

People resist a census, but give them a profile page and they’ll spend all day telling you who they are.

You only know me as an ordinary human being, with flesh, blood and bones, but there is something about me too hard for you to decipher, for if i let you, you will ever regret...

Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.

She had generated alternative versions of herself. She had insisted at brutal cost on these conversions. Layering her life, only to strip it bare. Only to be alone in the end. Her life had been...

…you became lost in the maze of me – forgive me Love, for keeping you close…

What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves.

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

Our selves are are rough and unrehearsed tales we tell the world.

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...