It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not ‘one thing in my life’ – not even the most important – because my life no longer belongs to me because…you are...

who are youreally?you are not a nameor a height, or a weightor a genderyou are not an ageand you are not where you are fromyou are your favorite booksand the songs stuck in your headyou...

Shouldn’t we rather recognize that each person is a sort of unconscious anthology of all epochs of man; and that he may at times be moving simultaneously among different epochs?

I’m getting stale. I always do this time of year. I keep my nose to the grindestone and put in long hours and rustle up good meals and do all the chores and run errands...

when love comes without a clue – it comes to shake all our identity from our root.

Through others we become ourselves.

Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it’s the path of least resistance for our souls – an energy...

I suppose at heart it was the haircut that did it; that exploded the ordinary order of things and showed me the possibilities that had been there all along, hidden among the patterns in the...

A name represents identity, a deep feeling and holds tremendous significance to its owner.

She might be without country, without nation, but inside her there was still a being that could exist and be free, that could simply say I am without adding a this, or a that, without...

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

Before I can say I am, I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of parts that imitate and repeat each other. Am or was, I am cumulative, too....

Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.”[Stanford University commencement speech, 2005]

My sense is that her identity has been so associated with the morning news format that it will be difficult for her to make that transition and have the same kind of dominance that she...

There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn’t me. I’m no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.

I don’t like this, Toua,” I go on. “We’re like birds that have flown a very long way from their nest. We’re like nettles in a garden full of hops. We shouldn’t have to hide...

Sometimes it seems my identity’s a matter of opinion

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me–they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

It is not possible to preserve one’s identity by adjusting for any length of time to a frame of reference that is in itself destructive to it. It is very hard indeed for a human...

He sees her looking at him with interest, and is encouraged to go on. ‘I wouldn’t be here with you now. This wouldn’t be real – something else would. You’d have been another you, instead...

I was bi and my heart was off-limits to no one, at least not for any reason like what they had between their legs or whether their chests were flat or round. And maybe because...

We’re still young in our season, and we don’t know what kind of identity we’re going to have. We’ve had a good start, but we’ve got a long way to go.

Identity is theft, don’t trust anyone whose state vector hasn’t forked for more than a gigasecond, change is the only constant, et bloody cetera.

I believe that man is in the last resort so free a being that his right to be what he believes himself to be cannot be contested.

Every human body has its optimum weight and contour, which only health and efficiency can establish. Whenever we treat women’s bodies as aesthetic objects without function we deform them and their owners. Whether the curves...

There comes a time when all that remains for us to do is to surrender to the idiosyncrasies of our nature.

[I]n Amerika wird das Modell des Ich als ein Geist, der eine Maschine bewohnt, auf volkstümlicher Ebene fast unbestritten hingenommen.

This way, they can steal your identity or clean out your bank accounts.

There is no other you on earth, that’s why you’re the best

(…) słowo “etnopatologia” stało się jego ulubionym terminem – pod koniec życia uzywał go często i z wyraźną przyjemnością. Termin też oznaczał dla niego pewne etniczne zakrzywienia, wzajemne przenikanie i wpływy – krótko mówiąc pewną...

A person’s true identity can often be difficult to discern, even to themselves, causing one to question their character, their calling, their very existence. For most, time gives clarity, but for others, these questions remained...

Only me, eh? Is that how you see yourself? Only you is worth a good deal more than you think.

People are not two-thirds one thing and the remainder something else. Temperament, personality, or outlook don’t divide quite like that. The bits don’t separate clearly. You end up a funny homogeneous mixture. This is something...

uniqueness” of you.

But often, in the world’s most crowded streets,But often, in the din of strife,There rises an unspeakable desireAfter the knowledge of our buried life;A thirst to spend our fire and restless forceIn tracking out our...

The traveler from Europe edges into it like a tiny Jonah entering an inconceivably large whale, slipping past the straits of Belle Isle into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, where five Canadian provinces surround him,...

I mean, in the end it wasn’t up to me. The big things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to use before we’re born.

Why, when we regain consciousness, is it not an identity other than the one we had previously that is embodied in us? It is not clear what dictates the choice nor why, among the millions...

Finally the dawn came, the sky fringed with pink, and the sun bright as a coin in a spill of rising red.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you...

It had not occurred to him how he must appear to an outsider, to the world. For a moment he saw himself as he must thus appear; and what Edith said was part of what...

Whenever a person is the object of your activity, remember that you may not treat that person as only the means to an end, as in instrument, but must allow for the fact that he...

Who are we but the stories we tell ourselves, about ourselves, and believe?

So who do I want to be tomorrow?

You can’t see yourself. You know what you look like because of mirrors and photographs, but out there in the world, as you move among your fellow human beings, whether strangers or friends or the...

I just want to live my own life instead of everyone else’s version of it.

To create myself from nothing.

Participation in the collective life of the polis both restrains the extraordinary individual and enlarges the ordinary individual, allowing him to participate in the extraordinary. An individual can achieve participatory excellence via the accomplishments of...

The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities.

The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.