Do not free a camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.

This is when I became myself. The girl before this time is a shadow, like a soul who is practicing how not to become. She is the background, the hole in the fabric from which...

You wanted to believe that getting older, growing up, would change everything, transform you into the amazing person you were meant to be. But what if it didn’t? What if you had to stay you...

‎”I was born in the US and l have lived in Mexico since 1946. I believe that all these states of being have influenced my work and made it what you see today. I am...

They don’t know who I am; what they do know, is that I’m not nothing, and that I’m not noone.

His [(Rumpelstiltskin)] feeling that his name, which is his identity, must be kept secret, or else he’ll be revealed to the world as the hunchbacked, shriveled, ridiculous creature he knows himself to be. And if...

I was an abusive, selfish, needy, angry asshole. Now I’m just kind of selfish, a little less angry, occasionally needy, with flights of asshole. I’ve grown.

I am a cultural Frankenstein

We must have sinned greatly, at some juncture long buried in our protozoic past, to deserve such a universe

Typical me–hurricane that leaves nothing but destruction.

Australia obviously do have that settled identity and we’ve got to ensure that the players appreciate that they’re playing for the world team and that means playing for the team.

They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretense, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew. Their bearing, which...

It’s not being in the past, but accepting who we were and being who we are.

So we’re getting close to suggesting that camp is both the opposite of cool and a refinement of it. Camp and cool both have an element of not-caring, of disdain for the ordinary. The difference...

As the social matrix becomes increasingly subject to rapid fluctuations, throwing out anchors into a collectivised past becomes more prominent than movement into a future. The desire to establish a core identity within the profusion...

As you discover what strength you can draw from your community in this world from which it stands apart, look outward as well as inward. Build bridges instead of walls.

Our personal identities are socially situated. We are where we live, eat, work, and make love. […]Our sense of identity is in large measure conferred on us by others in the ways they treat or...

And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?

That’s what artists and athletes do day in and day out. Whether you see them at work or not the process is ongoing. They are working to achieve their heart’s desire to either enlighten or...

We could say that the human race is a great coauthorship in which we are collaborating with God and nature in the making of ourselves and one another. From this there is no escape. We...

Looking for who I am is who I am.

This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that itexists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest isconstruction. For if...

Most gay men are as sexist in their thinking as are heterosexuals. Their patriarchal thinking leads them to construct paradigms of desirable sexual behaviour that is similar to that of patriarchal straight men.

Your life is always a perfect reflection of your state of heart and mind, and of your truest identity.

You know what I am.” The words breathed out in an auguished whisper. “I’m part demon, Clary. Part demon. You understood that much, didn’t you?” His eyes bored into her like drills. “You saw what...

While we maintain the unity of the human species, we at the same time repel the depressing assumption of superior and inferior races of men. There are nations more susceptible of cultivation, more highly civilized,...

When we think of the word culture, obvious representations such as how to dress, eat, speak, and act like those around us come to mind. But learning culture is more than learning conformity to external...

Maybe you have to live under cover for a while before you can find your true character.

Just as the sea is an open and ever flowing reality, so should our oceanic identity transcend all forms of insularity, to become one that is openly searching, inventive, and welcoming.

She said to herself: ‘Is not the gown the natural raiment of extremity? What nation, what religion, what ghost, what dream has not worn it—infants, angels, priests, the dead; why—should not the doctor, in the...

I really am who I seem to be, and I’m coming apart at the seams.

You have to respect every player. Each player has his own offensive identity.

A stack of graham crackers represents me as a person: am I a cookie or a cracker? Neither. Both. I’m a crackie.

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.

My identity and my security are not in my spiritual progress. My identity and my security are in God’s acceptance of me given as a gift in Christ.

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had...

Our identity in the world is like a wave from the Ocean.

Unless I speak, you won’t see me.

It turns out that knowing how loved we are by God makes all the difference in the kind of people we will become.

The beam of light flashed across her own face and she thought, Yes, me, Khady Demba, still happy to utter her name silently and to sense its apt harmony with the precise, satisfying image she...

variety comes from choice of many in oneand create a new another color as my own identity .

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

No more lies and speeches of delusions out of the reality of our existence

But he was no longer in Tollygunge. He had stepped out of it as he had stepped so many mornings out of his dreams, its reality and its particular logic rendered meaningless in the light...

A sense of his own identity came upon him with sudden force, and he felt the power of it. He was himself, and he knew what he had been.

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.From within, I couldn’t decide what to do.Unable to see, I heard my name being called.Then I walked outside.

Alice’s razor-thin blond hair is what people in Santo Domingo call bueno, but I don’t understand how that kind of hair can be good. It doesn’t move at all, or ripple like the water in...

Someone once asked me how I hold my head up so high after all I have been through. I said it’s because no matter what,I am a survivor NOT a victim.

Finally Exi spoke. “There are some important things to remember always, no matter how hard life presses at you. One of these things is that wherever you are, and no matter for how long, there...

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...