who are you
really?
you are not a name
or a height, or a weight
or a gender
you are not an age
and you are not where you are from
you are your favorite books
and the songs stuck in your head
you are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast
on Saturday mornings
you are a thousand things
but everyone chooses
to see the million things
you are not
you are not
where you are from
you are
where you are going
and i'd like
to go there
too
Tags: identity who-you-are
Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?
Slash ColemanTags: life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing history identity adventure hate loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help ideas memoir discovery remember chaos writer jewish love-at-first-sight good-morning lovers couples breaking-up youth-age judaism writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted writing-process writing-books being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache writing-style online-dating love-hurts lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes writers-world heart-break writers-life
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
Slash ColemanTags: life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts adventurer lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.
Slash ColemanTags: life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity adventure loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
Who thought up the dumb idea to arrange the memoir section in the bookstore by subject?
Slash ColemanTags: life inspirational writing identity stories self-help memoir writer writers-on-writing writing-life truths writers-quotes writers-life
Stories are able to help us to become more whole, to become Named. And Naming is one of the impulses behind all art; to give a name to the cosmos, we see despite all the chaos.
Madeleine L'EngleTags: art identity stories story personality chaos cosmos
A TODOS, en algún momento, se nos ha revelado nuestra existencia como algo particular,
intransferible y precioso. Casi siempre esta revelación se sitúa en la adolescencia. El
descubrimiento de nosotros mismos se manifiesta como un sabernos solos; entre el mundo y
nosotros se abre una impalpable, transparente muralla: la de nuestra conciencia.
Tags: consciousness identity adolescence
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.
Tags: consciousness identity sea nature-s-grandeur
[I]f we feel that creation does not express purpose, it is impossible to find an authorization for purpose in our own lives.
Richard M. WeaverTags: identity creation destiny dominion
In conscious life, we achieve some sense of ourselves as reasonably unified, coherent selves, and without this action would be impossible. But all this is merely at the ‘imaginary’ level of the ego, which is no more than the tip of the iceberg of the human subject known to psychoanalysis. The ego is function or effect of a subject which is always dispersed, never identical with itself, strung out along the chains of the discourses which constitute it. There is a radical split between these two levels of being — a gap most dramatically exemplified by the act of referring to myself in a sentence. When I say ‘Tomorrow I will mow the lawn,’ the ‘I’ which I pronounce is an immediately intelligible, fairly stable point of reference which belies the murky depths of the ‘I’ which does the pronouncing. The former ‘I’ is known to linguistic theory as the ‘subject of the enunciation’, the topic designated by my sentence; the latter ‘I’, the one who speaks the sentence, is the ‘subject of the enunciating’, the subject of the actual act of speaking. In the process of speaking and writing, these two ‘I’s’ seem to achieve a rough sort of unity; but this unity is of an imaginary kind. The ‘subject of the enunciating’, the actual speaking, writing human person, can never represent himself or herself fully in what is said: there is no sign which will, so to speak, sum up my entire being. I can only designate myself in language by a convenient pronoun. The pronoun ‘I’ stands in for the ever-elusive subject, which will always slip through the nets of any particular piece of language; and this is equivalent to saying that I cannot ‘mean’ and ‘be’ simultaneously. To make this point, Lacan boldly rewrites Descartes’s ‘I think, therefore I am’ as: ‘I am not where I think, and I think where I am not.
Terry EagletonTags: consciousness identity language meaning subjectivity ego psychoanalysis descartes unconscious lacan cogito
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