Quotes About Individuality

No, I don't like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. 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. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

No, I don't like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. 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. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

I don't like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. 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. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

No, it's impossible. It's impossible to tell anyone what it feels like to be you. It's impossible. We live the same way that we dream—alone

No quiero aburrirlos demasiado con lo que me ocurrió personalmente

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. They can only see the mere show and never can tell what it really means.

He remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. She had the secret of individuality which excites and escapes.

We live as we dream--alone...." ? Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness and the Congo Diary

No, I'd rather be like myself, bad as I am.

Her son's growth toward manhood, at each of its stages, had seemed as extraordinary to her as if there had never existed the millions of human beings who grew up in the same way.

We live as we dream - alone

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. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

Not like Homer would I write, Not like Dante if I might, Not like Shakespeare at his best, Not like Goethe or the rest, Like myself, however small, Like myself, or not at all.

el capitalismo al estilo americano— está modelando de maneras poco afortunadas nuestra identidad individual y como nación. Lo que aflora es un conflicto con nuestros valores más elevados: la codicia, el egoísmo, la abyección moral, la disposición a explotar a otros y la deshonestidad que la Gran Recesión puso de manifiesto en el sector financiero se evidencian hoy en todos lados, no solo en Estados Unidos.

Hyde Park seemed a good place for high-IQ misfits, blessed with dazzling minds or imaginations but unequipped to take life straight on;

Another aspect of wrong view that we will discuss in much greater detail in later chapters is the deeply conditioned sense of "I," of self. On the relative level, of course, we move and speak and act as individuals, as selves. Yet on a deeper level, and with close attention, we can see through this appearance and experience the place of nonseparation from others and from the world. This is the realization of selflessness.

There was no one near to confuse me, so I was forced to become original.

I was put off from the world---so I was forced to become original.

Being born with a sickly resemblance to Henry Fonda was the first of a long series of practical jokes of which destiny was to make Major Major the unhappy victim throughout his joyless life. Being born Major Major Major was the second

It isn't necessary to call me Father, the chaplain explained. I'm an Anabaptist.

As far as I know, I'm the only Captain Yossarian I know, but that's only as far as I know.

Orr was one of the homeliest freaks Yossarian had ever encountered, and one of the most attractive.

Unii se nasc mediocri, altii devin mediocri, iar altora li se impune mediocritatea.

Ochelarii negri aveau rame mari, rosii. Mustata neagra falsa apartinea unui flasnetar multicolor si maiorul Major le-a purtat pe amandoua la un meci de baschet intr-o zi, cand a simtit ca nu-si mai suporta singuratatea.