We have this weird thing in the world where you don't get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.

Are you a stupid sheep in the flock or a free eagle in the sky? Look at the mirror, what are you? Are you some dullish cattle in the herd or a wise owl in the forest? Look at the mirror, what are you?

When you have the strength to stand up for yourself ,the ones you love and the dignity and honor to say i have what it takes to be someone in this world no matter what the situation .Never back down to those who choose to destroy lives, then you can still keep who you are intact always.Gary F Evans..

Who are you?” I asked.
“Are we playing that game again?” she asked me with a nice smile. “Lana, sorry to disappoint you, but I really am in a hurry, so I will have to take a rain check on this. We can play later this evening, if you don’t mind!”
“What game? I really mean it, who are you and why am I here?” I must have looked like I had really freaked out, and for a moment, she looked at me seriously. But then, she gave me another nice smile and kissed me on my cheek and said “Really babe, as much as I appreciate your playful morning mood, I really don’t have time now. I have a big job interview today, remember?

I wanted to show these people who he really was. And pain always did that, took the insides out."

pg 364

We oft know little of who we were, only something of who we are, and nothing of who we may be.