The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be.
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Quotes tagged ‘Identity’
You were all things soft: a feather, a candle a kiss on a tired cheek. But you were not weak. You took the world and made all yours. And yes, you became.
And so you became. Your soul felt lighter, shifting with the weight of change. You stopped trying to fit and started to just be. Imperfect and flawed, tough and soft, tender and strong.
Maybe where the sky and the water and the sand meet my new story begins. I am just now in my infinite moment becoming.
I have found a home in a woman strong, fierce, and loved. And she smiles back at me in the bathroom mirror. Proud and unafraid.
You were meant to run. Born to grab the earth with your fingertips, taste the wild and uncharted on your tongue.
I would never speak to a child the way I speak to myself.
Know what’s on your mind, embrace it, do not fake it.
I can be someone’s and still be my own.
When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everyone will respect you.
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
You're not your numbers.
Can a person ever be free from their upbringing?
In many ways, we are never the same physically or psychologically from instant to instant; it's that continuity that makes us, us.
We only have a concept of self because of our ability to symbolically recall our past and stitch together a story of who we are.
Some men will want to hold you like the answer; you are not THE answer. You are not the problem. You are not the poem, or the punchline, or the riddle, or the joke.
You are not made of metaphors, not apologies, not excuses.
What you remember about your life is what makes you you, and me me. Take away my memories, and what is left? My nose. My glasses. Even my jokes will not be the same if I don’t have a memory.
Every sentence is a wispy net, capturing a few flecks of meaning. The sun shines without vocabulary. The salmon has no name for the urge that drives it upstream. The newborn groping for the nipple knows hunger long before it knows a single word. Even with an entire dictionary in one's head, one even…
Nothing less than the undivided universe can be our true home.