Our talents don’t define us any more than our faults.

Before 1521 we could have been anything and everything not Filipino; after 1565 we can be nothing but Filipino.

Could circumstances possibly change who I forever am in You?

Whenever the sadness got too much, I would hire a rickshaw and go to the Upper Bazaar. Those little rickshaw trips to the market and back, shopping for lipsticks and imitation Gucci bags and wind-chimes...

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

I’m talking about a little truth-in-packaging here. To be perfectly frank, you don’t quite look like yourself. And if you walk around looking like someone other than who you are, you could end up getting...

I don’t know what kind of great I’m bound to be,” Dove considered his prospects calmly, “all I know for certain is I’m born a world-shaker.

When you become the image of your own imagination, it’s the most powerful thing you could ever do.

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...

We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us.

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

We are caught in the in between of what we already are what we are yet to be.

You and I are the remains of an unfulfilled legacy, heirs to a kingdom of stolen identities and ragged confusion.

I had a book of Bible stories when I was a kid. There was a picture I’d look at twenty times every day: Jacob wrestles with the angel. I don’t really remember the story, or...

Genealogy itself is something of a privilege, coming far more easily to those of us for whom enslavement, conquest, and dispossession of our land has not been our lot.

We are not defined by the family into which we are born, but the one we choose and create. We are not born, we become.

Your identity depends on your heart’s ability to excuse not on the power or the money you own.

Will you let me go for Christ’s sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?

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

Requesting the actual identity document (not just the ID number) and personal details is a must. When police ask for a list of people for whom number plates were allocated, the number plate industry needs...

There are varieties of life unknown to you.Their whole identity is: you can’t find out.

Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I’m paying attention to what I have rather than what’s missing.

I am not an angel,’ I asserted; ‘and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me – for you...

It is important to realize that we so often define ourselves by what is in opposition to ourselves.

Maybe if I act well enough, I’ll come to believe it myself.

What matters most is not ‘what’ you are, but ‘who’ you are.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m nothing more than the sum of who [my parents] were. Even worse, I worry that I don’t add up nearly so well, that I’m just a shadowed reflection of them....

Actions speak louder than words, in fact. When we don’t take action, we foster the mistaken reality of our old identity.

Don’t let a day go by without asking who you are…each time you let a new ingredient to enter your awareness.

Ladies, when you write a poem for Feminism because that is what we sometimes do, remember that it’s never about them. It’s only about you.

Being socialized female and spending my life “othered” by this world gives me a unique perspective. In the past, this has felt like shit. In the present, it feels pretty good. In the future I...

The greatest challenge on the Web in the twenty-first century is to connect with your target audience in a way that enriches both them and you.

What I was trying to say, maybe, is that I don’t know what it is I’m capable of transforming into.

Then he led her to sit by him on a fallen gum trunk, smooth and white, and he leaned to whisper in her ear. Transferred the secret he and her mother had kept for seventeen...

Racism and violence were non-existent in this world, When people were aware to fight for identity’- Terzanelle for Octavia Estelle Butler, Poem by Marieta Maglas

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

I never said to myself, I am longing; that feeling lived at a level below language.

Du hast so viele Leben, wie du Sprachen sprichst. (You have as many lives as the number of languages you speak.)

I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.

For the sake of all the others who are like you, but less strong and less gifted perhaps, many of them, it’s up to you to have the courage to make good.

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

What others say about you is irrelevant. You define who you are.

With the sensation that he was passing through the Looking-Glass, Max stared at his father as if he had never seen him before—simultaneously impressed and unnerved at the thought that, after all these years, he...

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,...

I felt good that, although there was no future, there would always be a past.

Cincinatti was where I learned that running away from your problems has a three-month statute of limitations, a lesson I have found repeatedly to be true. Three months is still a first impression — of...

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...

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...

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