Quotes About Individuality

Ei, si lucrurile produse in serie au devenit mai simple. Odinioara, cartile ii interesau doar pe cativa oameni, risipiti ici, colo. Le dadea mana sa fie altfel decat ceilalti. Lumea era incapatoare. Dar dupa aceea lumea s-a umplut de ochi, de coate, de guri. Populatia a crescut de doua ori, de trei ori, de patru ori. Filmele si radioul, revistele si cartile au devenit toate o apa si-un pamant, un fel de coca facuta dupa aceeasi reteta.

remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I've never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands. He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.

Ima nas previše,pomislio je.Ima nas na milijarde,a to je previše.Nitko nikoga n pozna.Neznanci do?u i oskvrnu te.Neznanci do?u i izvade ti srce.

Mais surtout, j'aime observer les gens. Il m'arrive de passer toute une journée dans le métro à les regarder et à les écouter. Et vous savez quoi? _ Quoi? _ Les gens ne parlent de rien. (...) Ils citent une ribambelle de voitures, de vêtements et de piscines et ils disent: Super! Mais ils disent tous la même chose et personne n'est jamais d'un avis différent.

Somos demasiados –pensó–. Somos millardos, y eso es demasiado. Nadie conoce a nadie. Gente extraña se te mete en casa. Gente extraña te arranca el corazón.

La gente no habla de nada. Citan automóviles, ropas, piscinas, y dicen ¡qué bien! Pero siempre repiten lo mismo, y nadie dice nada diferente. [...] ¿Ha estado en los museos? Todo es abstracto. Mi tío dice que antes era distinto, Hace mucho tiempo los cuadros decían cosas, y hasta representaban gente

Le capitaine fait partie des pires ennemis de la vérité et de la liberté: le troupeau compact et immuable de la majorité. Oh, Dieu, la terrible tyrannie de la majorité! Nous avons tous nos harpes à faire entendre. Et c'est maintenant à vous de savoir de quelle oreille vous écouterez.

Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper. Make your own individual spectroscopic reading.

And wasn't it the bright boy you selected for the beatings and tortures after hours? Of course it was. We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against!

My favorite tune was "'Tain't No Sin, To Take Off Your Skin, and Dance Around in Your Bones.

don't want to change sides and just be told what to do. There's no reason to change if I do that." "You're wise already!

Obojeni ne vole Malog crnog Samba. Spali ga. Bijeli nisu oduševljeni ?i?a Tominom kolibom. Spali je. Netko je napisao knjigu o duhanu i raku plu?a? Proizvo?a?i cigareta tule? Spali knjigu. Vedrina, Montag. Mir, Montag. Iznesi svoju borbu van. Još bolje, u spalionicu. str. 65.

Ah, Tanr?m, çoÄŸunluÄŸun o korkunç tiranl???. Hepimizin çalacak kendi arp? var. Ve hangi kula??nla dinleyeceÄŸini bilmek ÅŸimdi sana kalm??.

Yo iba a embarcar en el último cohete, pero preferí quedarme, ¿sabes por qué? —¿Por qué? —Porque todos se metían conmigo. Por eso me quedé; para echarme perfume encima el día entero y beber diez mil cervezas y comer dulces y bombones sin que la gente me esté diciendo ¡Oh, cuidado, eso tiene muchas calorías!. Y aquí estoy. —Y aquí estás.

There are too many of us, he thought. There are billion of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and take your blood.

No nacemos libres e iguales, como dice la Constitución, nos hacemos iguales. Todo hombre es la imagen de todos los demás, y todos somos así igualmente felices

He hung up his black beetle-colored helmet and shined it; he hung his flameproof jacket neatly; he showed luxuriously, and then, whistling, hands in pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole.

Nadie tiene tiempo para nadie. Usted es uno de los pocos que me han hecho caso. Por eso me parece tan raro que sea un bombero. Es algo que de algún modo no parece hecho para usted.

I learned that I was right and everyone else wrong when I was nine.

Aber natürlich. Wir müssen alle gleich sein. Nicht gleich und frei geboren, wie es in der Verfassung steht, sondern gleich gemacht. Jeder das Abbild aller anderen; dann sind alle glücklich, denn es gibt keine Berge, vor denen sie sich ducken, an denen sie sich messen müssen.

By the time many people are fourteen or fifteen, they have been divested of their loves, their ancient and intuitive tastes, one by one, until when they reach maturity there is no fun left, no zest, no gusto, no flavor. Others have criticized, and they have criticized themselves, into embarrassment.

Since then, I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas.

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I've never gotten over his death. Often I think, what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands. He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.