I felt good that, although there was no future, there would always be a past.

We are caught in the in between of what we already are what we are yet to be.

Don't let yourself get bored. Exist to question; question your existence.

The identity of the Filipino today is of a person asking what is his identity.

Who are you, Miss Snowe?"..."Who am I indeed? Perhaps a personage in disguise.

Being who you are for ever is the price you pay for im­mor­tal­ity.

Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.

Who are you?""No one of consequence.""I must know.""Get used to disappointment.

The waves splash against my face, carrying a message: Welcome, you belong here.

Even the best buzz wears off, and you wake up more trapped than the day before.

watching others life, comparing with it, we are always losing our own identity .

You are a cosmic traveler; your body is temporary, but its essence is eternal...

...you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...

I am who I pretend to be, and right now I’m pretending to be my own clone.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.