Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

If the will did not exist, neither would there be that centre of the world, which we call the I.

I am who I am.

Our subjectivity is so completely our own.

With all the things that you could be, you never could learn how to be me.

In terms of an identity, an identity reflects an individuality, by definition. And, if there is a quality present, it is recognizable and it can be named. If you can't name it, it means you don't recognize it.

There is only one me.

How could I have been anyone other than me?

You've got to recognize, there will never be another you. It has nothing to do with ego; it happens to be the truth. There will never be another person the same. There'll never be another you.

The definition of the individual was: a multitude of one million divided by one million.

I'm not a brand name, I'm a person.

All greatness of character is dependent on individuality.

Egos appear by setting themselves apart from other egos.

When man began to think he was a separate person with a separate soul, it created a violent situation.

Everybody is their own person.

Hima is Hima only. I haven't changed.

Identitarianism assumes that people are condemned to identify with the positive (ethnic/ gender/ nationalistic) predicates they possess, as if their subjectivity were exhausted by those properties. Exactly the opposite is the case: the authentic dimension of subjectivity consists not in any positive identity but in that which makes identifications.

I think, in the end, we are all our own individual person.

Everyone is born unique. No comparison is possible. You are you, and I am I.

The proper word for me," Robin Goodman says, "is me.

If I am not I, who will be?

When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.

I am nobody but myself.

Most people are other people.

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.

Listen,” F. Jasmine said. “What I’ve been trying to say is this. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you? I am F. Jasmine Addams. And you are Berenice Sadie Brown. And we can look at each other, and touch each other, and stay together year in and year out in the same room. Yet always I am I, and you are you. And I can’t ever be anything else but me, and you can ever be anything else but you. Have you ever thought of that? And does it seem to you strange?