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ef8031f
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No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. -
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death
identity
identity-crisis
doom
despair
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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8fa7549
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"An android," he said, "doesn't care what happens to another android. That's one of the indications we look for." "Then," Miss Luft said, "you must be an android."
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empathy
identity-crisis
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Philip K. Dick |
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aac8a24
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I had a bizarre rapport with this mirror and spent a lot of time gazing into the glass to see who was there. Sometimes it looked like me. At other times, I could see someone similar but different in the reflection. A few times, I caught the switch in mid-stare, my expression re-forming like melting rubber, the creases and features of my face softening or hardening until the mutation was complete. Jekyll to Hyde, or Hyde to Jekyll. I felt my inner core change at the same time. I would feel more confident or less confident; mature or childlike; freezing cold or sticky hot, a state that would drive Mum mad as I escaped to the bathroom where I would remain for two hours scrubbing my skin until it was raw. The change was triggered by different emotions: on hearing a particular piece of music; the sight of my father, the smell of his brand of aftershave. I would pick up a book with the certainty that I had not read it before and hear the words as I read them like an echo inside my head. Like Alice in the Lewis Carroll story, I slipped into the depths of the looking glass and couldn't be sure if it was me standing there or an impostor, a lookalike. I felt fully awake most of the time, but sometimes while I was awake it felt as if I were dreaming. In this dream state I didn't feel like me, the real me. I felt numb. My fingers prickled. My eyes in the mirror's reflection were glazed like the eyes of a mannequin in a shop window, my colour, my shape, but without light or focus. These changes were described by Dr Purvis as mood swings and by Mother as floods, but I knew better. All teenagers are moody when it suits them. My Switches could take place when I was alone, transforming me from a bright sixteen-year-old doing her homework into a sobbing child curled on the bed staring at the wall. The weeping fit would pass and I would drag myself back to the mirror expecting to see a child version of myself. 'Who are you?' I'd ask. I could hear the words; it sounded like me but it wasn't me. I'd watch my lips moving and say it again, 'Who are you?
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emotion
identity
change
amnesia
dissociated-state
emotionals
identity-alternation
identity-switch
lookalike
personality-switch
trigger
triggered
impostor
identity-confusion
dissociative
split-personality
identity-crisis
unreal
survivor
unreality
dream-like
dissociation
dreaming
child
mirror
memory-loss
incest
sexual-abuse
dissociative-identity-disorder
multiple-personality-disorder
trauma
mental-health
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Alice Jamieson |
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8622871
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...it is not always possible to restore one's boundaries after they have been blurred and made permeable by a relationship: try as we might, we cannot reconstitute ourselves as the autonomous beings we previously imagined ourselves to be. Something of us is now outside, and something of the outside is now within us.
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relationships
identity-crisis
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Mohsin Hamid |
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It was not only colored people who praised John, since they could not, John felt, in any case really know; but white people also said it, in fact had said it first and said it still. It was when John was five years old and in the first grade that he was first noticed; and since he was noticed by an eye altogether alien and impersonal, he began to perceive, in wild uneasiness, his individual existence.
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racism
identity
identity-confusion
racism-and-culture
respectability
self-actualization
identity-crisis
race-and-racism-in-america
individualism
race-relations
racism-in-america
respect
self-respect
self-esteem
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James Baldwin |
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233865e
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I don't know where I belong, so I'm free. No one's got a hold on me.
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identity
identity-crisis
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Philip Pullman |
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e8e0673
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My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.
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inspirational-quotes
laurie-nadel
laurie-nadel-quotes
quote-about-life
quote-of-the-day
quote-of-the-week
quotes-twitter
wayne-dyer
identity-crisis
self-esteem-quotes
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Laurie Nadel |
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7746f37
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"Just be yourself. You don't have to put on an act." "To be myself, I have to put on an act," Ginny said bitterly. "What's that mean?" "It means I don't know who I am."
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identity-crisis
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Philip Pullman |