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.

Does a cat know he is a cat? Does a dog know he is a dog? Does nature know it is called nature? Does this planet know its name Earth? Does Sun know its name...

tu es noeud de relations et rien d’autre. Et tu existes par tes liens. Tes liens existent par toi. Le temple existe par chacune des pierres.(chapitre CLXXV)

Everyone has a unique problem of their own, an issue that follows them throughout life and never goes away. You discover it early and go on to struggle with it for the rest of your...

Our identity has already been chosen for us; but it is up to us to accept it, or fight and change it.

Whisper to the flashing water your real name, write your signature in the sand, and shout your identity to the sky until it answers to you in thunder.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

Angela Wexler, person

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...

So, Eva Nine, you must sometimes disregard what someone is saying and focus instead on what they are doing. Watch and observe. That is when one reveals his true self.

Slowly, but steadily, my feelings did start to change- feelings about myself as a woman and feelings about what sexuality really is and what it really isn’t. I -like most everyone who identified as gay...

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

Why not? It’s true. My best hope is to not disgrace myself and…” He hesitates.And what?” I say.I don’t know how to say it exactly. Only… I want to die as myself. Does that make...

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...