Quotes About Individuality

If you're not driving a hundred miles an hour, at a clip where you can't think of anything else but the danger, then you're playing some game or sitting in some room where you can't argue with the four-wall televisor. Why? The televisor is 'real.' it is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them 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.

Hiç de anayasan?n dediÄŸi gibi kimse eÅŸit ve özgür doÄŸmam??t?r. Herkes eÅŸit yap?l?r.

Don't let them take your crying, turn it upside down and use it for their own smile! I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.

There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood.

On doit tous être pareils. Nous ne naissons pas libres et égaux, comme le proclame la Constitution, on nous rend égaux.

Pois este é um mundo louco e ficará mais louco se permitirmos que as minorias — sejam elas de anões ou gigantes, orangotangos ou golfinhos, adeptos de ogivas nucleares ou de conversações aquáticas, pró-computarologistas ou neo-ludditas, débeis mentais ou sábios — interfiram na estética.

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.

If this goes on . . ." thought Ray Bradbury, "nobody will read books anymore," and Fahrenheit 451 began. He had written a short story once called "The Pedestrian," about a man who is incarcerated by the police after he is stopped simply for walking. That story became part of the world he was building, and seventeen-year-old Clarisse McLellan becomes a pedestrian in a world where nobody walks.

He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid. Like here, standing. If he should scream, if he should holler for help, would it matter?

Last night I've thought about all that kerosene I've used in the past 10 years, and I thought about books. And for the first time, I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper, and I'd never even thought that thought before. It took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down, looking around at the world and life. And then I come walking in and BOOM, it's all over.

Non è che ognuno nasca libero e uguale, come dice la Costituzione, ma ognuno vien fatto uguale. Ogni essere umano è a immagine e somiglianza di ogni altro; dopo di che tutti son felici, perché non ci sono montagne che ci scoraggino con la loro altezza da superare, non montagne sullo sfondo delle quali si debba misurare la nostra statura! Ecco perché un libro è un fucile carico, nella casa del tuo vicino.

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.

Books are smart and brilliant and wise. Love what you do and do what you love. Don't listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it. You do what you want, what you love. Imagination should be the center of your life.

I don't think there is any such thing as an ordinary mortal. Everybody has his own possibility of rapture in the experience of life. All he has to do is recognize it and then cultivate it and get going with it. I always feel uncomfortable when people speak about ordinary mortals because I've never met an ordinary man, woman, or child.

When the mask of Darth Vader is removed, you see an unformed man, one who has not developed as a human individual. What you see is a strange and pitiful sort of undifferentiated face.

You have to have a feeling for where you are. You've got only one life to live, and you don't have to live it for six people. Pay attention to it.

We can never cease to be ourselves.

He existed for me, and after all it is only through me that he exists for you.

I don't like work... but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - which no other man can ever know.

I don't like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work,—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know.

She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witch-men, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step.

I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced.

I wondered how far I should turn out faithful to that ideal conception of one's own personality every man sets up for himself secretly.