Self Identity Quotes

In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.

Home is wherever I go.

Because you aren't just someone I loved back then. You were my best friend, my best self, and I can't imagine giving that up again." He hesitated searching for the right words. "You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same.

To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.

I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.

Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, 'Who are you?'

For most of my life, I’ve felt that there must be more to our existence than meets the eye. This is who I am, and you can’t expect me to be someone I’m not.

I didn't deny nothing I believe. I'm still the same everything.

Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.

Maybe I’d like to be defined by what I am.

Each moment that passes changes you...You can't even own yourself. How can you ever hope to own anyone or anything else.

What is part of you, you cannot get rid of, even if you were to throw it away.

This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.

Let us ask ourselves, 'What kind of people do we think we are?' And let us answer, 'Free people, worthy of freedom and determined not only to remain so but to help others gain their freedom as well.'

In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter, my soul is the fluid. My flow sparks it right up.

Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?

I think of myself as a human being.

Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.

I've always been different.

I'm a pop enigma. I live and breathe every element in life. I rock a bespoke suit and I go to Harold's for fried chicken. It's all these things at once, because, as a taste maker, I find the best of everything.

I am proud of my heart alone, it is the sole source of everything, all our strenght, happiness & misery. All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

You never answered my question, about what you want to do with your life. Maybe my dreams aren't that complicated. Maybe I think that a job is just a job. What does that mean? Maybe I don't want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I'd like to be defined by what I am.

I don't know who my grandfather was; I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be.

At heart I am a warrior.

Just be your self. Everybody else is already taken.

For ever, I shall be a stranger to myself.

I am who I am. You sort of get what you see with me.

If education tries to make other persons out of us than we essentially are, deeper inside, it stultifies, and reproach matters.