Quotes about identity

The way you treat others determines the way others treat you the way others treat you determines the way you see yourself the way you see yourself determines who you are.

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

The worst form of snobbery is to deny information to anyone at all. Always remember that. Bas as it is to look down on another human being: to act as censor? Unforgivable.

There are three key questions that must/should guide you in life1. What is your identity?2. What is /are your value(s) to others? and3. Where is your final destination after everything?

There was a way in which my grandmother's true self was not these guests' business no one's true self was the business of more than a very small number of family members or close friends.

Every generation gets the Constitution that it deserves. As the central preoccupations of an era make their way into the legal system, the Supreme Court eventually weighs in, and nine lawyers in robes become oracles of our national identity.

Italy advocates the adoption of a legal instrument on cultural diversity, guaranteeing every country the protection of its own historical identity and the uniqueness of its physical and intangible cultural heritage.

In our production-oriented society, being busy, having an occupation, has become one of the main ways, if not the main way, of identifying ourselves. Without an occupation, not just our economic security but our very identity is endangered.

If a person is homosexual by nature - that is, if one's sexuality is as intrinsic a part of one's identity as gender or skin color - then society can no more deny a gay person access to the secular rights and religious sacraments because of his homosexuality than it can reinstate Jim Crow.

Environmental pollution, terrorism, and many other global threats do not stop at borders. We all bear global responsibility and thus need a global identity to enable us to cope with them. We must learn to integrate different levels of identity in ourselves. What matters is not either/or, but both/and.

Like a handprint in cementAn indelible mark has been leftMy identity has been bentAt the point where your fingers pressed.Some people leave their marksAll over your identitySome leave beautiful artAnd others graffiti obscenities.

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

We shape our buildings thereafter they shape us.

Before 1521 we could have been anything and everything not Filipino after 1565 we can be nothing but Filipino.

We choose who we will be how we will act.

So the being grows rings identity becomes robust. What was fiery and furtive like a fling of grain cast into the air and blown hither and thither by wild gusts of life from every quarter is now methodical and orderly and flung with a purpose--so it seems.

Your identity is not of your making it is thrust on you from the day you are born.

You do not need an identity to become yourself you need an identity to become -like- someone else.

In May I keep count.Two and a half more days of schoolfive between exams.Twenty thousand words of a noveland four poems and six borrowed books.More numbers to add to counting my pillsand trying to work out how to stay awake.

Who are you? Answer you are who you are in this given moment. Label-less. Limitless. Remember that from this day forward.

Lovers are not snails they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.

Feelings are something you have not something you are.

The most fundamental change in people at this time was a weakening of their sense of individual identity their sense of fate grew correspondingly stronger.

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?

Your first thought is what you've been conditioned to think what you think next defines who you are.

I had brought from Paris the national prejudice against Italian music but I had also received from nature that acute sensibility against which prejudices are powerless. I soon contracted the passion it inspires in all those born to understand it.

Who are you?All I see of you is the shape you leave behind. The world is an engine for logging your desires. In these days you don't have identity you have a browser history. People who liked cheap illusion also liked advanced consumer capitalism.Recommended for you: willing subjugation.

Language, identity, place, home: these are all of a piece - just different elements of belonging and not-belonging.

Yes, your home is your castle, but it is also your identity and your possibility to be open to others.

Berlin is all about volatility. Its identity is based not on stability but on change.

I was married to someone who wanted me to change. Become more adult, more responsible. I began not to like myself, not like what I do. I lost my identity. Everything began collapsing around me.

Hip-hop definitely taught me a lot. Having to create your own identity and become known and respected in a male-dominated field - it requires some guts. There are times you have to be strong, and times when you have to stand alone for what you believe in.

I was born alone, I'm gonna die alone. I have my own identity. I'm my own person, and no two people are the same.

We should be very concerned: if identity theft is so simple to do, what's to stop me from entering this country and assuming the identity of someone else for the sole purpose of living here illegally for terrorist reasons? That alone would be a concern.

The ego is only an illusion, but a very influential one. Letting the ego-illusion become your identity can prevent you from knowing your true self. Ego, the false idea of believing that you are what you have or what you do, is a backwards way of assessing and living life.

As soon as you 'Botox' your smile lines away, you lose part of your identity.

If you meet a woman in a burqa, she can't reply to your smile. It's a denial of identity.

Too many women throw themselves into romance because they're afraid of being single, then start making compromises and losing their identity. I won't do that.

American cinema tends to express a patriotic relationship to national identity on a regular basis.

Enjoy being you. Have fun. And be different.

Sometimes fashion designers will be like, 'This is what's hot right now, and you will be cool if you wear this,' but sometimes it's too expensive or doesn't look good on me or isn't who I am, and I don't need to just think that what you're saying is what's cool if I have my own identity.

By and large, the critics and readers gave me an affirmed sense of my identity as a writer. You might know this within yourself, but to have it affirmed by others is of utmost importance. Writing is, after all, a form of communication.

I took three years off. I differentiated myself from the industry. Found my identity - sort of... I haven't graduated yet. I'm not legitimately educated yet, but maybe one day.

One pits his wits against apparently inscrutable nature, wooing her with ardor but nature is blind justice who cannot recognize personal identity.

I have some idea of the pressure of finding your own identity with a famous father.

I've always been into computers. When I was getting out of high school and forming my identity musically, all of it was really coming into the fold, computers and drum machines. It felt like, you know, I'm in the right place at the right time. I liked the collision.

Right after 'Raymond' I had a world-is-my-oyster attitude, but I found out I don't like oysters. I had this existential emptiness. 'What is my purpose? Who am I?' I had a big identity crisis.

The attitude and identity that we want to play with doesn't change.

Teaching the history of the British Empire links in with that of the world: for better and for worse, the Empire made us what we are, forming our national identity. A country that does not understand its own history is unlikely to respect that of others.

You are a blue rose, Letti. It’s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you.

The idea of reappropriation isn’t a new one. The process of turning negative words, symbols, or ideas into positive parts of our own identity – was used for social justice movements long before hipsters thought that being ironic was cool. Whether it is repurposing a racial epithet or taking on a stereotype for sociopolitical empowerment, it’s an important process that has been around for thousands of years and continues to change society today.

I tried on different versions of myself. I was so many different girls...

What we invent, we become

I open my eyes and for the first time stare openly at my own reflection. My heart rate picks up as I do, like I am breaking the rules and will be scolded for it. It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else. …Looking at myself now isn’t like seeing myself for the first time; it’s like seeing someone else for the firs

I am myself when I get up, I am myself throughout the day and I am myself when I go back to sleep, you probably might have met someone else when I was asleep and claimed it to be changed me.

What others say about you is irrelevant. You define who you are.

I don’t subscribe to the notion of seeing no color, that we’re all the same and race doesn’t exist. It’s a social and political reality that we live in. The problem when people say we should concentrate on similarities is that they’re ignoring glaring parts of our humanness—our skin, perhaps the color of our hair, the way we speak, or even the shape of our eyes.

My identity as Jewish cannot be reduced to a religious affiliation. Professor Said quoted Gramsci, an author that I’m familiar with, that, and I quote, ‘to know thyself is to understand that we are a product of the historical process to date which has deposited an infinity of traces, without leaving an inventory’. Let’s apply this pithy observation to Jewish identity. While it is tempting to equate Judaism with Jewishness, I submit to you that my identity as someone who is Jewish is far more com

Facebook is the perfect place to try on different identities until she finds one that sticks.

So now, when I look back, all I see is who we used to be and who we are now. And I wonder how anybody can recognize anyone at all.

I think about how maybe it's not things that change but people that change, and maybe that's the change everyone is really talking about.

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.

Just as in the physical world, people within virtual worlds perform and cycle through different roles and identities. Virtual worlds make such shifts explicit, as well as introducing spaces for play and performance.

The Only mattered to him.Iconoclasm.

All this sea of humanity reassured me that as alien as i felt, there were always others in the world far odder than I

The most important things to be acquired for freedom and democracy, are identity and dignity.

I can be anything you want but definitely not a wannabe.

All pain in life comes from suppressing your true identity.

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.

We are caught in the in between of what we already are what we are yet to be.

Larry has been absorbed, as he wished, into that tumultuous conglomeration of humanity, distracted by so many conflicting interests, so lost in the world's confusion, so wistful of good, so cocksure on the outside, so diffident within, so kind, so hard, so trustful and so cagey, so mean and so generous, which is the people of the United States.

Could circumstances possibly change who I forever am in 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 he saw. He had a glimpse of a figure that flitted through smoking-room anecdotes, and through the pages of cheap fiction - a pitiable fellow going into his middle-age, misunderstood by his wife, seeking to renew his youth, taking up with a girl years younger than himself, awkwardly and apishly reaching for the youth he could not have

How would I know which one I was?

The concept of reconciliation is not irretrievable, but I am convinced that before we theologians can interpret the depths of the divine action of reconciliation we must first articulate the profound deformities of Christian intimacy and identity in modernity. Until we do, all theological discussions of reconciliation will be exactly what they tend to be: (a) ideological tools for facilitating negotiations of power; or (b) socially exhausted idealist claims masquerading as serious theological ac

Who you are; that is, who you choose to be — your identity, works in your life like an invisible hand.

The greatest challenge on the Web in the twenty-first century is to connect with your target audience in a way that enriches both them and you.

Apparently, a week Japan was laughable; but a strong Japan was immediately transformed into the prime example of a "Yellow Peril". Might Japan forever be stuck in a kind of no man's land between East and West, not allowed to assimilate into the international order of the Western nations as an equal, forever grouped with the countries of the East among which she felt herself superior, and respected fully by neither group?

The border between personal and transpersonal experience is a complex region. It is a territory often filled with spiritual and religious views. Within psychology it was a significant preoccupation of William James, Carl Jung, Abraham Maslow, and many others. But these margins may be seen in other ways as well. There is substantial evidence from psychological studies of personal space that we carry body boundaries of extended space around ourselves. These spatial extensions are not only personal

He'd lived so long in anticipation of his own death that to contemplate his future was like standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into a vertiginous rush of open sky.

No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of ide

We are what we love. If we love God, in whose image we were created, we discover ourselves in him and we cannot help being happy: we have already achieved something of the fullness of being for which we were destined in our creation. If we love everything else but God, we contradict the image born in our very essence, and we cannot help being unhappy, because we are living a caricature of what we are meant to be.

If you can accept the indescribable nature of your true identity, you unveil the mystery of life.

The gap that was created during those transatlantic voyages hundreds of years ago.That gap is the matrix of Saudade – The Longing, I think, that all Africans in the West have, that is at the root of the blues and jazz and soul and rap. If you listen you can hear it, elusive, fleeting, full of melancholy anger.

No, my life is not this precipitous hourthrough which you see me passing at a run.

The official erasure of any existence before enslavement – as if black Americans did not exist before the yolk and the chains and whip – has always created a passion for us.Black people need to find out. We have to find out Who We Are and Where We Come From.

With the sensation that he was passing through the Looking-Glass, Max stared at his father as if he had never seen him before—simultaneously impressed and unnerved at the thought that, after all these years, he still knew so little about him.

She glanced at her watch, reminding herself who she was.

She breathes all the political gases that flow around this, but she never seems to inhale them.

I’m not just a face, or a body. I’m a Havisham.

I watch the sky progress through its morning paces, the light turning from rose to saffron as the sun ascends, its rays like ribbons tangling in the tops of trees.

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

...tethered to the ground by quotidian conversation.... the window rosy with anemic November light.

So often I'm like, No, thanks, to all of that stuff, just give me the room to exist both in the shit and stars . . . We have to fight to be understood as being distinct and incongruent. But I think it is worth fighting for.

...the clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses.

I looked up "skin" in the encyclopedia and confirmed that, sure enough, it is the human body's largest organ, a fact that suggests our surfaces are critical to who we are, not just the gateway to physical or spiritual depths but a profoundly important web of cells that, in protecting us, gives us form and function.

I never said to myself, I am longing; that feeling lived at a level below language.

They cleared swiftly, dramatically, like a stage set or a movie; we went from black to stunning blue, the day emerging at once wet and crisp, the trees dripping jewels, the flowers drunk on drinking, their heads lolling with dizzy delight, rivulets etched into our earth, showing us which way the rain ran, downhill, of course, heading, all water, straight for our yet-to-be-pond.

The ultimate barrier against love is the barrier of the constructed self.