Quotes About Individuality

When you know that God likes you, then you're not worried so much about what everybody else thinks.

It's very easy to find fault with ourselves and think we need to be like someone else. Be who you are and don't try to be a copy!

You have strengths and weaknesses, and you do things right and you do things wrong. You sin, just as everyone else does. And sin is sin, despite its nature or magnitude. Regardless of how hard we try, none of us will ever be completely perfect in this life, but not being perfect at everything we do does not mean we have no worth or value. You are special—unique—and that means there is only one like you, imperfections and all.

It was a great day of victory for me when I finally realized that God only wanted me to be me, that He had created me with His own hand in my mother's womb, that I was not a mistake, and that I could stand before Him as an individual without needing to compare myself with others. The

Please remember that you don't have to be like someone else to be acceptable. The world's standards are not God's. The world may say you need to be like this person or that person, but God's will is that you be yourself. I

We cannot control the temperaments we are born with; they are God's choice. We can work with the Holy Spirit to achieve balance, but basically we are who we are.

The problem comes when we try to take the gift God has given us and use it to do what someone else is doing instead of developing our own potential.

God has created us to be different from one another, and He has done it on purpose. Each of us meets a need, and we are all part of God's overall plan. When we try to be like others, we lose ourselves, and we grieve the Holy Spirit. God wants us to fit into His plan, not to feel pressured trying to fit into everyone else's plans. It is all right to be different.

Sólo tú estás. Sólo tu cuentas. Lo demás es un juguete que hay que despedazar porque nos hace daño estar jugando con él a eso de estar sacrificando nuestro mejor tiempo a intereses que no son ni pueden ser nuestros.

because he didn't know how to twirl by his ankles, and he didn't want to learn.

If you want help in starting to write memoirs, you don't want to fall into the clutches of a famous writer who has been hired to teach at a writing workshop solely because of his name's ability to attract students, rather than because of any teaching skill. You should not have to grapple with someone who secretly thinks you should be writing about his life rather than your own.

I don't leave home without me.

Poetry is not business as usual.

You can't live your life to suit other people. The harder you try, the more restrictions they'll put on you just for the fun of seeing you jump through their hoops.

Did he happen to select a color too? Blue. Blue? Victoria burst out, prepared to do physical battle for white. Madame nodded, her finger thoughtfully pressed to her lips, her own hand plunked upon her waist. Yes, blue. Ice blue. He said you are glorious in that color-'a titian-haired angel,' he said Victoria abruptly decided ice blue was a lovely color to be married in.

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What kind of choice is it, really, when motherhood forces you into a delicate balancing act -- not just between work and family, as the equation is typically phrased, but between your premotherhood and postmotherhood identities? What kind of choice is it when you have to choose between becoming a mother and remaining yourself?

If things are better for women there, it is due to a profound and enduring social consensus that life should be made livable based on who they are and not on an abstract moralistic notion of how they ought to be.

Now that's my point about my mother. I mean, if she understands so much about me then why couldn't she understand that I had to wear loafers without socks?

name Sheila Tubman Sheila Tubman Sheila Tubman hair parted crooked should grow longer much too long face ugly but lovable weird eyebrows gruesome! body skin & bones ugly feet abnormal!!! brain thinks it knows it all a mental OVERUSED!!!!!!!! best thing picks neat friends gives parties ???????????????? worst thing CHICKEN bossy acts real tuff! in general an interesting person not that bad there's hope

Miri liked to think of her as Corinne. She liked thinking of all the adults in her life by their first names. It made them seem more interesting, less like parents and more like regular people with stories of their own

So what if she ordered an ice cream soda before lunch? Who was going to tell her she couldn't have exactly what she wanted?

She accused me of being a political lesbian, not a biological one, and when I refused to give up men she got so pissed she cut my panties into little pieces and tossed them out the window

She said she didn't know it herself until that afternoon when her mother took her to the beauty parlor and had a private talk with Mr. Anthony. Then Mr. Anthony started clipping away and next thing she knew—she had this new haircut. She looked like an elf. It did a lot for her.