#identity

Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#life #regret #life

Don’t let a day go by without asking who you are…each time you let a new ingredient to enter your awareness. ↗

— Deepak Chopra

#identity #mindfulness #spirituality #life

You get older and you are a whole mess of things, new thoughts, sorry feelings, big plans, enormous doubts, goling along hoping and getting disappointed, over and over again, no wonder I don't recognize my little crayon picture. It appears to be me and it is and it is not. ↗

— Virginia Euwer Wolff

#identity #life #self #life

Every human character appears only once in the history of human beings. And so does every event of love. ↗

— Isaac Bashevis Singer

#identity #love #love

Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous." — Jon Snow ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#men

Judith Rey watches the young woman. Once upon a time, I had a baby daughter. I dressed her in frilly frocks, enrolled her for ballet classes, and sent her to horse-riding camp five summers in a row. But look at her. She turned into Lester anyway. She kisses Luisa’s forehead. Luisa frowns, suspiciously, like a teenager. “What? ↗

— David Mitchell

#daughter #father #growing-up #human-nature #identity

Be like the flower, content with its nature. ↗

— Seth D.

#contentment #desire #happiness #identity #living

You sea! I resign myself to you also- I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me. We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#identity #nature-s-grandeur #sea #nature

And when you try to live there, to live in a place where you're betraying yourself over and over, not only do you grow to resent the hell out of it, and resent the hell out of whomever you're betraying and censoring yourself for, but the very idea of your self begins slowly and inexorably to erode. Until you realize one day out of the clear blue that you have no idea who your self is, anymore. ↗

— Ron Currie Jr.

#relationships #self #relationship

I am a commuter, not between the city and the village, although I do this frequently; not between the inane idealism of the classroom and the stifling reality beyond it, which I must do for survival and self-respect. I am a commuter between what I am now and what I was and would like to be and it is this commuting at lightning speed, at the oddest hours, that has done havoc to me. ↗

— F. Sionil José

#respect