My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.
Discovering that I was adopted redefined my entire world, but it taught me that who you are doesn't change.
What matters most is not 'what' you are, but 'who' you are.
I had a bizarre rapport with this mirror and spent a lot of time gazing into the glass to see who was there. Sometimes it looked like me. At other times, I could see someone similar but different in t...
And yet, despite this portrait of a self assured woman, Cindy seemed to have a near obsession with being where everyone was and doing what everyone was doing.
You can either follow your dreams or adjust with your society's expectations... Either way, consequences are uncertain... the path to glory or the boulevard of mediocrity, both lead to the grave... Ch...
It was not only colored people who praised John, since they could not, John felt, in any case really know; but white people also said it, in fact had said it first and said it still. It was when John...
No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity.-
The root of identity crises: we seem to know a lot about ourselves, but we can't tell who we are. Realize your self!
Your identity is not in who you can be. It is in who you always have been
I went to the club to escape my life and pretend I'm somebody else. Now I don't know who I am anymore.