We’re really just a collection of stories we’ve told ourselves.
We’re not ghosts. What we lost doesn’t define us. Maybe what we do. Maybe. Or maybe what we’re running from.
We’re all aliens. Just depends which planet you’re standing on.
We spend so much time hiding who we really are, making sure no one sees the person we truly want to be. So it’s hard to remember there was a time when we were actually excited to show the world our true face.
We may never know who we were attached to. You can’t see yourself as an appendage, but as a whole person, worthy of love and respect. We are more than just the sum of our parts. But sometimes, the parts are greater than the whole.
We have no home. This place is a tomb.[Nolan Grayson]Viltrum is not a tomb! It is who we are.[Thragg]
We blend in by standing out.
We all play different roles with different people. I’m a different Thomas Paine with Reagan than I was with Nixon or Tip O’Neill or Margo Madison. And there’s yet another me with my wife when I go home at night. The trick is not to lose track of who you really are.[to Ellen]
We all hide behind the version of ourselves we present to the world. But people don’t change. Not really. Not inside.[voiceover]
Very few of us want to be what we are.
Tonight’s the night. Hello, Dexter Morgan.
This would be a huge burden for anyone, but you’re not just anyone, Aang. You’re strong and kind and generous. Remember that. Always remember who you are.
