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...
The root of identity crises: we seem to know a lot about ourselves, but we can't tell who we are. Realize your self!
No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity.-
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...
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...
I went to the club to escape my life and pretend I'm somebody else. Now I don't know who I am anymore.
They don't know who I am; what they do know, is that I'm not nothing, and that I'm not noone.
Oh, but to reach silence, what a huge effort of voice. My voice is the way I go seek reality; reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought, but I was and am fatefully impelled to have...
I had this dream, see, where I saw the whole world melt. I was standing on La Cienega and from there I could see the whole world and it was melting and it was just so strong and realistic like. And so...
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.
I was someone hungry for stories; more specifically, I was someone who craved after facts...I was, you see, at the start of this tale, a person with history. I had no story of my own. Lacking this, I...
Our identity has already been chosen for us; but it is up to us to accept it, or fight and change it.
My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.
It is not always possible to restore one’s boundaries after they have been blurred and made permeable by a relationship: try as we might, we cannot reconstitute ourselves as the autonomous beings we p...
An android, he said, doesn’t care what happens to another android. That’s one of the indications we look for.Then, Miss Luft said, you must be an android.
I don't know where I belong, so I'm free. No one's got a hold on me.
Elza needed challenges in her life, needed to be occupied. Without walls to climb or windmills to attack she was the type of person who became depressed. She knew this. The feeling lived inside her so...
Your identity is not in who you can be. It is in who you always have been
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