#entity

Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were gone, vanished with everything else that had defined her previous existence and identity. ↗

— Garth Nix

#fantasy #identity #courage

...death is not the total dissolution or our identity but the way to its fullest revelation. ↗

— Henri J.M. Nouwen

#death

. . . None of us are born as passive generic blobs waiting for the world to stamp its imprint on us. Instead we show up possessing already a highly refined and individuated soul. Another way of thinking of it is: We're not born with unlimited choices. We can't be anything we want to be. We come into this world with a specific, personal destiny. We have a job to do, a calling to enact, a self to become. We are who we are from the cradle, and we're stuck with it. Our job in this lifetime is not to shape ourselves into some ideal we imagine we ought to be, but to find out who we already are and become it. ↗

— Steven Pressfield

#identity #writing #art

Don't say Fili, sister. Say Pili. In Tagalog, pili means to choose. Pino means fine. Pilipino equals 'fine choice. ↗

— Jessica Hagedorn The Gangster of Love

#filipino-authors #identity #nationality #equality

It is now recognised that dissociation is a way of forgetting, for a time. The mind siphons off the bad memories into a separate part, and reclaiming those hidden-away memories us a complex process. So, when the memories resurface it does not feel as though they belong to you, it feels alien, more as if someone had told them to you, or you had seen the images in a film. ↗

— Carolyn Bramhall

#derealisation #dissociation #dissociative-identity-disorder #memories #mpd

Silent solitude makes true speech possible and personal. If I am not in touch with my own belovedness, then I cannot touch the sacredness of others. If I am estranged from myself, I am likewise a stranger to others. ↗

— Brennan Manning

#faith #identity #self #silence #solitude

She fixed a smile that she hoped looked authentic. Pretending to be content continued to be hard work. ↗

— Stacy Hawkins Adams

#fiction #identity #personal-growth #women-s-fiction #faith

If your parents died suddenly, Sandro understood, your home was wherever you were, and now you were from nowhere. Your parents were your provenance. Dead, you had no provenance. ↗

— Rachel Kushner

#identity #family

I Google myself to find out who I am as a person. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#google #identity-crisis #person #funny

To find your true identity within the will of Tze Yo Tzuh...that is the highest of all freedoms. ↗

— Gene Luen Yang

#identity #true-to-yourself #freedom