95 Quotes About Self-identity

Thinking is a personalized activity that can lead us into a state of happiness or cause us to be sad. Who we are becomes a product of how we think. What we think about and how we integrate knowledge into a comprehensive schema regulates our evolving self-identity. The precision of the human mind and the interplay between cognitive thinking and reactive emotions plays a central role in self-identity.

It can be disconcerting when people around us change. Family members and especially parents frequently resist acknowledging transformation in other family members. Depending upon the nature of the personality modification, they might even resent if it a family member changes as any fundamental personality revision by a member of a family alters the group’s identity as well.

Many of us will not realize who we are because we do not want to go through the pain and trials

We would be wise to remember that the world’s definition of us will always diminish God’s design within us.

Am I so terribly insecure that every time life hits me I must immediately run off to some mirror and gaze into it in order to make certain that I am who I thought I was? Frankly, what I’d much rather do is rest in who God says I am. Then I can throw all my mirrors away instead of throwing away all my time looking into them.

We’ve come to believe in what people say about God for the singular reason that it grants us the excuse not to believe in who He actually is so that we can continue to be who we actually are not.

The question of ‘who I am’ is bigger than ‘who I am.’ Therefore, I think it far wiser to ask the Great I AM who I am.

I don’t need to paint a picture of what I want my life to look like. What I need to do is to study the picture that God painted of me so that I can better understand how to live out the splendor of the painting.

I am metaphysical being, mystical and emotional, skeptical and cynical, happy and boisterous, loud and bawdy, quiet and melancholy, tender and cruel, full of mirth and despair. Inherent inconsistences mark me as part of nature, which is neither cruel nor fair, or reliable or predictable.