For a certain type of woman who risks losing her identity in a man, there are all those questions. . . until you get to the point and know that you really are living a love story.
Having an avatar doesn't give you an identity, and having a persona online doesn't make you a personality either.
Both art and the artist lack identity and define themselves only through their encounter with each other.
National identity is the last bastion of the dispossessed. But the meaning of identity is now based on hatred, on hatred for those who are not the same.
A disease is never a mere loss or excess. There is always a reaction on the part of the organism or individual to restore, replace or compensate for and to preserve its identity, however strange the means may be.
Blackness is not simply a reactionary title or identity; that is indeed the "negative" way of characterizing African American identity.
One a very basic level, you are what you remember - your very identity depends on all of the events, people and places you can recall.
Through others we become ourselves.
It was like a dream to me to suddenly get into the market with that kind of movie, like La Haine. It actually created my identity as an actor, that thing.
I suppose I have a highly developed capacity for self-delusion, so it's no problem for me to believe that I'm somebody else.
Without a sense of identity, there can be no real struggle.
My very identities as a reader and a writer began at the Walt Whitman branch library.
I came to believe that my true identity goes beyond the outer roles I play. It transcends the ego. I came to understand that there is an Authentic 'I' within - an 'I Am,' or divine spark within the soul.
We have reached the end of the road that is built on the set of traits held out for male identity--advance at any cost, pay any price, drive out all competitors, and kill them if necessary. . . . we have arrived at a point from which we must seek a basis of faith in connection-- and not only faith but recognition that it is a requirement for the existence of human beings.
And Complicated Grief is a text that announces, from the start, in its citation of influence, dense intertextuality and hybridity, a failure of some apparent or usual protections, and a need to re-examine "identity" in the light of an acknowledgement of our entanglements and interdependence.
The more you make your thoughts and beliefs into your identity, the more cut off you are from the spiritual dimension within yourself.
We need to go inward instead of outward, and learn to trust our own inner guide, preserving our identity and finding the answers from within.
Surely no mere mortal who has at all gone down into himself will ever pretend that his slightest thought or act solely originates in his own defined identity.
One is what one remembers: no more, no less.
I have no issues with my identity.
