{"quotes":[{"text":"Low-grade pain can be so rooted in your being that the pain begins to look like you, and you begin to look like the pain — it becomes your identity.","author":"Bryant McGill","tags":["fixed","identification","lowliness","pain","reflection"],"id":42388,"author_id":"Bryant+McGill"},{"text":"Identify the sequence of stages that leads to turning your dreams into reality.","author":"Sunday Adelaja","tags":["calling","dreams","identification","identity","lead","purpose","reality","sequence","stages","turn"],"id":51899,"author_id":"Sunday+Adelaja"},{"text":"Ego is the complete identification with form. Physical forms, thought forms, emotional forms.","author":"Eckhart Tolle","tags":["ego","emotions","identification","thoughts"],"id":52680,"author_id":"Eckhart+Tolle"},{"text":"Race, let's remember, is a social invention and a cultural identification, not a biological reality.","author":"Victoria E. Bynum","tags":["cuture","identification","race"],"id":78445,"author_id":"Victoria+E.+Bynum"},{"text":"You know that when a police officer refuses to produce formal identification on request, they are probably engaging in some form of corruption.","author":"Steven Magee","tags":["corruption","corruption","engaging","form","formal","identification","know","officer","police","police-brutality","police-corruption","police-officer","police-procedural","police-reform","police-service","police-state","policeman","policemen","probably","produce","refuses","request","some"],"id":96902,"author_id":"Steven+Magee"},{"text":"It's goddamned funny in this police racket how an old woman can look out of a window and see a guy running and pick him out of a line-up six months later, but we can show hotel help a clear photo and they just can't be sure.''That's one of the qualifications for good hotel help,' I said.","author":"Raymond Chandler","tags":["crime","identification","mystery","police"],"id":104197,"author_id":"Raymond+Chandler"},{"text":"Identity was just a box people liked to put themselves in, a mast to tether to in a storm, a security blanket.","author":"Leonardo Donofrio","tags":["define-yourself","definition","identification","identity","identity-crisis","security","security-blanket","storm"],"id":117878,"author_id":"Leonardo+Donofrio"},{"text":"What strikes me now as the most wonderful proof of my fitness, or unfitness, for the times is the fact that nothing people were writing or talking about had any real interest for me. Only the object haunted me, the separate, detached, insignificant thing. It might be a part of the human body or a staircase in a vaudeville house; it might be a smokestack or a button I had found in the gutter. Whatever it was it enabled me to open up, to surrender, to attach my signature. To the life about me, to the people who made up the world I knew, I could not attach my signature. I was as definitely outside their world as a cannibal is outside the bounds of civilized society. I was filled with a perverse love of the thing-in-itself - not a philosophic attachment, but a passionate, desperately passionate hunger, as if in this discarded, worthless thing which everyone ignored there was contained the secret of my own regeneration.","author":"Henry Miller","tags":["alienation","foreigner","identification","illumination","incongruity","mark","misplaced-values","passion","pursuit","signature"],"id":136867,"author_id":"Henry+Miller"},{"text":"The light in that room was a glow; I seem to remember the color green, or perhaps flowers. A pale green sheet covered his inert body but not his head, which lay (eyes closed, mouth set in a tense and terrible grimace) unmoving. Gianluca. Barely able to see, barely able to stand - my knees kept buckling – and breathing so quietly I thought that I, too, might die; that out of shock, I would just drift away, the shell of my body cracking open. No longer anchored by my brother’s love, I would be reabsorbed by sky. Gianluca. If there was never another sound in the world, I would understand – yes, that would be appropriate, it would be fitting. This was the antithesis of music, the antithesis of noise. My brother’s death seemed to demand silence of all the world. Gianluca.","author":"Antonella Gambotto-Burke","tags":["asphyxiation","bereavement","depression","despair","gassing","grief","heartbreak","helium-suicide","identification","loss","morgue","mourning","sibling-loss","suicide","viewing"],"id":253764,"author_id":"Antonella+Gambotto-Burke"},{"text":"All identification is for control and ownership.","author":"Bryant McGill","tags":["control","identification","ownership","teaching"],"id":259418,"author_id":"Bryant+McGill"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":15,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}