#identity

Just as the sea is an open and ever flowing reality, so should our oceanic identity transcend all forms of insularity, to become one that is openly searching, inventive, and welcoming. ↗

— Epeli Hauʻofa

#inspirational #pacific #inspirational

The system of domination is founded on depriving nations of their true identity. It seeks to deprive nations of their culture, identity, self-confidence and in this way dominate them. ↗

— Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

#deprive #depriving #dominate #domination #founded

There is no gender identity behind the expressions of gender... identity is performatively constituted by the very 'expressions' that are said to be its results. ↗

— Judith Butler

#constituted #expressions #gender #identity #results

Now I'm just known as McDreamy, I've lost all identity as Patrick Dempsey, I'm now McDreamy. ↗

— Patrick Dempsey

#i #identity #just #known #lost

I realised with a prickle of discomfort why he bothered me: it was not so much that I resented the hearty backslapping bonhomie of English upper-class gentlemen, for I could tolerate it well enough in Sidney on his own. It was the way Sidney fell so easily into this strutting group of young men, where I could not, and the fear that he might in some ways prefer their company to mine. Once again, I felt that peculiar stab of loneliness that only an exile truly knows: the sense that I did not belong, and never would again. ↗

— S.J. Parris

#culture #identity #men

My identity is very clear to me now, I am a black woman. ↗

— Lena Horne

#black #clear #i #i am #identity

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu’s left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. ↗

— Kunal Sen

#suicidal #teenager #love

The moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was somebody else, somebody I could love. And since somebody else never showed up, I did fall in love with her. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #mistaken-identity #love

When you become the image of your own imagination, it's the most powerful thing you could ever do. ↗

— RuPaul

#destiny #identity #imagination #inspirational #power

Darling, my darling, don't think that I don't love you or that I didn't love you, but it's precisely because I love you that I couldn't have become what I am today if you were still here. It's impossible to have a child and despise the world as it is, because that's the world we've put the child into. The child makes us care about the world, think about it's future, willingly join in its racket and its turmoils, take its incurable stupidity seriously. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#identity #kundera #love