Quotes about Identity

People have enough to live by but nothing to live for.

The majority of prisoners suffered from a kind of inferiority complex. We all had once been or had fancied ourselves to be 'somebody.' Now we were treated like complete nonentities (The consciousness of one's inner value is anchored in higher, more spiritual things, and cannot be shaken by camp life. But how many free men, let alone prisoners, possess it?)

who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

For most of history, anonymous was a woman.

They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.

For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which, as she neared them, grew larger and larger in her arms, until it became a whole life, a complete life, which she put down by them and said, This is what I have made of it! This! And what had she made of it? What, indeed?

For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.

With a brain working and a body working one could keep step with the crowd and never be found out for the hollow machine, lacking the essential thing, that one was conscious of being.

For," the outsider will say, "in fact, as a woman, I have no country. As a woman I want no country.

To be myself (I note) I need the illumination of other people's eyes, and therefore cannot be entirely sure what is my self.

I is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being.

I like reading my own writing. It seems to fit me closer than it did before.