Quotes About Individuality

There was something in her that could not, or would not, see the distinctions that the world wished to make between weak and strong, between women and men, laborer and lord.

He found his voice in the silences, where he could sing as loud and as long as he wanted with no one to complain of it.

chacun à son goût?

that man always had been off in his own boat on some branch of the river no one else ever rowed on.

I had to own that I admired her for listening to her own heart rather than having her life ruled by others' conventions.

Not everyone can be strong or clever. Not everyone can be beautiful. But we can ALL be brave!

What I do is me, for that I came.

All things counter, original, spare, strange...

Ik speel de rol die ik ben.

Ik tors drie lasten: ik ben homoseksueel, ik ben katholiek, en ik ben blank. Moet ik mij daarvoor schamen? Geenszins! (Goedkeurend gemompel.) Homoseksueel ben ik bij geboorte, en rooms-katholiek ben ik door genade: aan geen van beide is dus ene moer meer te doen. En kan men mij verwijten dat ik blank ben? Ik zoude niet weten hoe. Ik schaam mij er niet voor dat ik blank ben, en ik houd het ook niet geheim: ik zoude dat niet eens willen. (Geroep: "Die man die heb gelijk!")

Everyone back the fuck up! I am not that pretty!

Be yourself, don't take anything from anyone, and never let them take you alive.

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.

All your quirks and your problems, even your depressions and your failures - that's what makes you you.

Anything can be art. Anthing can be self-expression. Now you take the weapon and run with it.

Be whoever you are extremely loud and be completely fearless when you do it.

Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive.

So many people treat you like you're a kid that you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.

The world is gonna try and clean you up; what you gonna do about it? They're gonna try to make you pretty, what the fuck you gonna do about it? You're gonna say, 'I WANNA STAY UGLY.'

You're going to come across a lot of shitty bands and a lot of shitty people and if any of those people call you names because of what you look like or because they don't accept you for who you are, I want you to look right at that motherfucker, stick up your middle finger, and scream Fuck you!

Lovers who are free to go when they are restless always come back; lovers who are free to change remain interesting. The bitter animosity and obscenity of divorce is unknown where individuals have not become Siamese twins.

Until woman as she is can drive this plastic spectre out of her own and her man's imagination she will continue to apologize and disguise herself, while accepting her male's pot-belly, wattles, bad breath, farting, stubble, baldness and other ugliness without complaint.

Women's liberation did not see the female's potential in terms of the male's actual; the visionary feminists of the late sixties and early seventies knew that women could never find freedom by agreeing to live the lives of unfree men.

In order to approximate those shapes and attitudes which are considered normal and desirable, both sexes deform themselves, justifying the process by referring to the primary, genetic difference between the sexes. But of forty-eight chromosomes only one is different: on this difference we base a complete separation of male and female, pretending as it were that all forty-eight were different.