Best 2380 quotes in «identity quotes» category

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

Fear is the foundation of your identity.

Felt good, though, just being what I was.

Female competition is when you are with a guy you like and you look around, see a girl who is prettier than you standing nearby, and think to yourself: "I wish she wasn't here." -This is what happens when you attach your identity and sense of worth to the amount of male attention you receive.

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 must be a home to hold you. You cannot know who you are unless you are contained in some way that gives you shape. Otherwise you are like a small wind, or like water losing itself in sand." He paused thoughtfully, looking at us, who had all stopped to listen. "You see," he continued, "at any place or time we have no way of knowing if we will be there a day or a week. We must let our destiny come to us. In one sense this is always true. Therefore it is needful for each of us to be defined-to live, not just wait to live. Do you understand?

Finally, it is wrong to say that "nothing" is more basic to the identity of the church than suffering. Nothing is more basic to the identity of the institutional church than the preaching of the gospel, the correct administration of the sacraments, and the worship of God in Spirit and in truth (Westminster Confession of Faith, 25.4). Nothing is more basic to the identity of the individual Christian than faith, hope, obedience, and love, the fruit of the Spirit (cf. 1 Cor. 13:4-13; Gal. 5:22-24; 1 John 2:3; 3:10, 24; 4:7-21; 5:1-3).

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

Find out for yourself your unique features

Finding yourself" is not really how it works. You aren't a ten-dollar bill in last winter's coat pocket. You are also not lost. Your true self is right there, buried under cultural conditioning, other people's opinions, and inaccurate conclusions you drew as a kid that became your beliefs about who you are. "Finding yourself" is actually returning to yourself. An unlearning, an excavation, a remembering who you were before the world got its hands on you.

First, create your ego. Then destroy it. This is all of life.

Fitting in is about assessing a situation and becoming who you need to be to be accepted. Belonging, on the other hand, doesn’t require us to change who we are; it requires us to be who we are.

For ever after, you will be glad you did what you wanted instead of what everyone else expected. No doubt you wonder how someone as young as I can possibly know this, but trust me: I have seen more deadly, dark, and … lovely things than you can possibly imagine.

For determining the rational and the irrational, we employ not only our estimates of the value of external things, but also the criterion of that which is in keeping with one's own character. (Book I.2, 17p)

Forget who you are and why you're here-all that foolishness. In the woods the bushes are full of blueberries; go and pick some.

Forget culture. Forget religion. Forget nationality. All that superficial stuff. Dig deep. and you will find that you are just you, and I am just me.

Forget who you are, your inner life, and go with a friend to pick wild blueberries in the forest.

Forget the face of God, and forget your own name is Beloved.

For homeland is something embalmed in someone else’s memory, or it is a symbol, both close to the heart and a stranger you reach for in the middle of the night.

For it was through books that she felt her life to be unjudged Look at all of the great mix-ups, messes, confinement, and double-dealings in Shakespeare, she thought.Identities disguised continually, in a combative dance of illusion and discovery.

For if there are (at a venture) seventy-six different times all ticking in the mind at once, how many different people are there not - Heaven help us _ all having lodgement at one time or another in the human spirit? Some say two thousand and fifty two. So that it is the most usual thing in the world for a person to call, directly they are alone...Come, come! I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another. But it is not altogether plain sailing either...these selves of which we are built up, one on top of another, as plates are piled up on a waiter's hand, have attachments elsewhere, sympathies, little constitutions and rights of their own...so that one will only come if it is raining....another if you can promise it a glass of wine - and so on...

For my relationships with men to change, I needed to change my relationship to myself as a woman.

For the first time I began to perceive that true sympathy cannot be switched on and off like an electric current, that anyone that identifies himself with the fate of another is robbed to some extent of his own freedom.

For those of us who are told our families are wrong, we can question more strongly what we believe is right.

For the sake of all the others who are like you, but less strong and less gifted perhaps, many of them, it's up to you to have the courage to make good.

Frightened that you'll be overcome by yourself? That a gentle monster inside of you might take over and never let go?

Frankly, I believe that identity is what's inside us.

Freedom within is embodied in things as well as people. Like coins tossed into a wishing well, they contain our hopes and dreams.

From an anthropological perspective, identities are neither fixed nor inherent, but are created and reproduced continuously through social practice and in interaction with others.

[...] freier Wille und Schicksal sind nichts als Illusion, falsche Gegensätze, Trostpflaster. Letzten Endes sind sie sogar ein und dasselbe: ein einziger Prozess. Man wählt, was man wählt, es könnte nie anders sein: Die Entscheidung ist das Schicksal. Das Ergebnis ist von Anfang an bestimmt, jede Alternative, die man in Erwägung zieht, nur eine absurde Ausflucht, denn es liegt in unserer Natur, eher die eine als die andere Entscheidung zu fällen. Ebendies bedeutet Identität. Von Freiheit und Bestimmung zu reden ist abwegig, da dies suggeriert, es gebe etwas außerhalb von einem selbst, das das Leben bestimmte, obwohl es letztlich doch allein darauf hinausläuft: Identität – Kunsthandwerk der Seele.

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Get rid of all that societal and cultural baggage. The true self is no one.

Gavin couldn’t meet their eyes. “I’m not the man you think I am,” he said very quietly. “Are you the man I’ve served these past ten years?” Ironfist asked. “I am.” “Then perhaps, my lord, you’re not the man you think you are.

Furthermore, I refuse to wear a burqa. Of all the burdens they've put on us, that's the most degrading. The Shirt of Nessus woudn't do as much damage to my dignity as that wretched getup. It cancels my face and takes away my identity and turns me into an object. Here, at least, I'm me Zunaira, Mohsen Ramat's wife, age thirty-two, former magistrate, dismissed by obscurantists without a hearing and without compensation, but with enough self-respect left to brush my hair every day and pay attention to my clothes. If I put that damned veil on, I'm neither a human being nor an animal, I'm just an affront, a disgrace, a blemish that has to be hidden. That's too hard to deal with. Especially for someone who was a lawyer, who worked for women's rights. Please, I don't want you to think for a minute that I'm putting on some sort of act. I'd like to, you know, but unfortunately my heart's not in it anymore. Don't ask me to give up my name, my features, the color of my eyes, and the shape of my lips so I can take a walk through squalor and desolation. Don't ask me to become something less than a shadow, an anonymus thing rustling around in a hostile place.

Genealogy itself is something of a privilege, coming far more easily to those of us for whom enslavement, conquest, and dispossession of our land has not been our lot.

Gilly had decided that this was a dream. The Witches' Carnival didn't exist in the real world. And the Gilly who existed in the real world was not brave or cunning enough to have done everything that she'd done in the past day. The real Gilly was not beautiful enough to be lying in bed beside a woman like Maggie. Gilly had decided this was a dream, and also that she'd let that real Gilly, deep asleep somewhere in the outskirts of Birmingham, wither away and never wake up. Already, Gilly could see herself arcing across the earth bright as a comet, moving too fast for the Ashleys and Tracyes, the thousand tiny insults and humiliations of the waking world, to ever catch.

Given that the Bible speaks of God and humanity in the same breath, our view of Jesus Christ is inseparable from the understanding we have of ourselves.

Getting to know who you are is the most essential information that you can find out about yourself

He had a serious look on his face. Our eyes met. 'No soy coreano, ni japonés, soy un nómada desarraigado,' he muttered. 'Huh?' 'It's Spanish. I always wanted to be a Spaniard.' I didn't reply. 'But it didn't work out. Turns out, it wasn't just about speaking the language.' 'Language has everything to do with your identity--' 'In theory maybe,' he said, cutting me off. 'But we live in circumstances that can't always be explained away by logic. You'll understand someday.

God doesn't start out tasting like tutti-frutti and end up tasting like stinky socks...Love is good and love tastes like good.

Good Being is knowing who in fact we are; and in order to know who in fact we are, we must first know, moment by moment, who we think we are and what this bad habit of thought compels us to feel and do. A moment of clear and complete knowledge of what we think we are, but in fact are not, puts a stop, for a moment, to the Manichean charade. If we renew, until they become a continuity, these moments of the knowledge of what we are not, we may find ourselves, all of a sudden, knowing who in fact we are.

Group membership can modify individuals' perceptions of themselves. Unable to separate their personal introspection from the ways they believe other people perceive them, teenagers may have what psychologists call an "imaginary audience", meaning that they believed that other people are just as attuned to their appearance and behavior as they are.

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.

He felt that race was not a characteristic that was a part of his identity, but one that was projected upon him by the gaze of others who looked on him; as such it was ephemeral, there and gone as soon as the gaze was broken.

He hams his Brummie accent, I tell myself, the way so many ex-pats ham their lost identity. The moustache is a pose. Yet, he hams this unpredictable matey belligerence, this curiously Midlands attitude. Colin is home away from home, I reflect, even if not the home you ever really liked.

Hell, is trying to do what you can't do, trying to be what you're not

He loses his power when we know his face.

God calls those who believe as: the chosen, the elect, daughters, heirs, a royal priesthood, His treasured possession. - Hidden Treasures

God has made you honorable (Isa. 43:4), being kings and priests, and enrolled you among the firstborn that are written in heaven. You have a place in His heart and will be honored that we might be to "the glory of his grace" [Eph. 1:6]. Your everlasting Father has marked you and set His stamp and seal on you and put a principle of life within you that you might love Him and live to Him.

Hard and cruel though it may seem," said the Cardinal, "yet we, who hold our high office as keepers and watchmen to the story, may tell you, verily, that to its human characters there is salvation in nothing else in the universe. If you tell them -- you compassionate and accommodating human readers -- that they may bring their distress and anguish before any other authority, you will be cruelly deceiving and mocking them. For within our whole universe the story only has authority to answer that cry of heart of its characters, that one cry of heart of each of them: 'Who am I?

...he allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them them over and over again to give birth to themselves.