Mistaken Identity Quotes

“In order to share one's true brilliance one initially has to risk looking like a fool: genius is like a wheel that spins so fast, it at first glance appears to be sitting still.”
― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

“Fate was cruel to play this trick on her, although if she were honest she knew she only had herself to blame. She had taken the chance and now she had to pay the price.”
― Emily Arden

“He felt torn. He wanted her to feel safe with him, but he also wanted her to feel the sort of heady excitement that any young girl should feel when they fall in love. He wanted to give her everything she craved, and he was not quite sure he could do it.”
― Emily Arden

“Don't confuse me for that other girl,
She's a fraud and a fool.
Don't confuse me with anyone else,
I am not anyone other than myself.”
― Maddy Kobar, The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar, 2008-2013

“You may not mean to, but you do seem to look down your nose at many of us mere mortals muddling along down here. I feel as though you think everyone should be better than they are. I certainly think you expect me to behave like some sort of perfect princess. But I’m just an ordinary girl who wants to grow up and find out where I belong in the world.”
― Emily Arden, Lover by Moonlight

“She said she wouldn't be here tonight. She wanted to stay in. Her mouth is hot, her hands all knowing. I'm too far gone to resist. My Secret Princess. Did she lie and disguise herself to hide to plain sight? To find herself a stranger, to spend tonight with no one? She could only see one of my eyes and nothing else of my face. A shoddy thrown together costume became my new identity, and with it, this pirate stole the princess.”
― Max Watson, Chains of Nurture

“It’s fascinating to watch a man of his stature be so domesticated. It’s downright erotic.”
― T.C. Matson, Mistaken Identity

“Listen, doctor. You hear something in there? You hear the sea; and yet the sea is very far from here. You have judgment, and you know that. But he is fooled. To him, it is the sea itself. A little thing is big to him.”
― Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark

“Thomas shook his head, ignoring his friend's jests. "This isn't funny," he bit out.
"Says you," Paul said. "From where I'm standing, this entire ordeal is ridiculous and absurd and I'm dying to catch the conclusion of this farce.”
― Maggie Dallen, The Mischievous Miss Charlotte

“All that sultry May evening I danced physically with Christie, but in spirit with Tina. That special duality of the Davenports, of being able to haunt in absence, was so manifestly strong that several times I only saved myself by the sheerest miracle from calling the girl in the pale primrose dress by the wrong name.”
― H.E. Bates, The Four Beauties

“You remember I almost shot Roger Babson one morning when I thought he was a wild turkey.”
― Gilbert Mansergh, The Marvelous Journals of Miss Virginia Pettingill

“I got to meet interesting people with diverse talents, like Rex Allen, a western actor and singer who invited me to his home when he was throwing a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary party for Slim Pickens and his wife, Margaret. There was a story making the rounds that night about the time when Rex was waiting for a plane in the Los Angeles airport, and a fan rushed up and cornered him. "Mr. Autry," the man said, "would you please give me your autograph?"
Rex signed the autograph, "Gene Autry, who will never be half the cowboy Rex Allen is.”
― Dayton O. Hyde, The Pastures of Beyond: An Old Cowboy Looks Back at the Old West

“Jessica… Jesse! You have to stop this now!” Patrick held the arm that she was going to use to strike her victim still as gently as he could while still retaining control of the limb.

Jessica stopped and forcefully pulled her arm out of Patrick's grip before glaring at him and the now unconscious doctor. Then she spoke firmly and resolutely.

“What was I supposed to do? Let her cut open our son? Let her risk any chance of us saving him?”

“No, of course not! But look closer Jessica. Look at the table! Look at the boy.”

When Patrick asked her to look, she was suddenly furious at him. She did not want to look at her poor dead Alexander, cold on a metal slab. She knew, however, that she would eventually have to look so she did.

What she saw made her feel worse not better. It was not her son on the autopsy table. It was another teenage boy that was about Alexander's age but not the same weight, eye colour, or hair colour. She put her hands to her face and cried then.”
― L.B. Ó Ceallaigh, Souls' Inverse

“People always think they know me from somewhere. That shall be my epitaph: "He hath a face familiar to many, known to few and now hidden forever.”
― Stewart Stafford

“A girl in Los Angeles that I thought was Australian but was Kiwi told me I could tell everyone when I got back to England I'd met a girl from New Zealand. I told her I was Irish and we'd made the same mistake!”
― Stewart Stafford

“And then she kissed him. Because she realized life was too short for purgatory. And he was being completely honest with her. Love wasn’t always like the movies. There were many paths it took and not all of them were straightforward. Some were murky and dark with shadows and some had obstacles and secrets to be unearthed before people could find their way to each other. But whatever the path, it only required a person to carry three things to navigate it: a sense of humor, hope, and above all else forgiveness.”
― Kate Forster, The Christmas Star

“I remember the first year after my stepmother’s death. I saw her in everything. It wasn’t on purpose. I wasn’t looking for her, she just showed up. Unexpected and alive and also not alive in my life. I remember walking in Brooklyn and there was a woman who looked just like her… ducking into the Blue Stove bakery and I thought very simply, “Of course. She loves good food.”

And then of course, I knew it wasn’t her, it was only the back of someone’s head really. And then it turned out to be a woman who did not look like her at all.

That’s how it happens, right? All of you who have lost someone, you know it, you’ve seen it. The visitation seems like a gift and also a hard memory of grief.”
― Ada Limon

“His bridge partner of ten years arrives and brings him a pamphlet on holistic approaches to treating cancer. Has he met my dad —Jimmy Dean sausage's biggest buyer? The bridge partner asks me how my kids are doing. He thinks I'm my brother Christian. I tell him my daughter is becoming an accomplished hair stylist and colorist, which my niece is. Two more bridge players come up and ask to pray over Dad. I start to imagine a Christian rock group named the Fundamentalist Bridge Play-ers. Then his most foul-mouthed friend, who he has played golf with for years, stops by. He’s been born again since his wife died a year ago. He tells my dad, "We have to get you right with God," and forces us all to hold hands and pray over my dad around his hospital bed. Another friend comes and brings him Ensure. My dad has said a thousand times that he can't eat, but he is knocking down those Ensures. This guy asks me, "Is your sister Polly coming?" "We are coming in shifts," I say.”
― P. Carl, Becoming a Man: The Story of a Transition

“His bridge partner of ten years arrives and brings him a pamphlet on holistic approaches to treating cancer. Has he met my dad —Jimmy Dean sausage's biggest buyer? The bridge partner asks me how my kids are doing. He thinks I'm my brother Christian. I tell him my daughter is becoming an accomplished hair stylist and colorist, which my niece is. Two more bridge players come up and ask to pray over Dad. I start to imagine a Christian rock group named the Fundamentalist Bridge Players. Then his most foul-mouthed friend, who he has played golf with for years, stops by. He’s been born again since his wife died a year ago. He tells my dad, "We have to get you right with God," and forces us all to hold hands and pray over my dad around his hospital bed. Another friend comes and brings him Ensure. My dad has said a thousand times that he can't eat, but he is knocking down those Ensures. This guy asks me, "Is your sister Polly coming?" "We are coming in shifts," I say.”
― P. Carl, Becoming a Man: The Story of a Transition