Quotes About Individuality

No somos especiales. Tampoco somos escoria o basura. Simplemente, somos.

No se nos podía ocurrir nada que no estuviera haciendo ya un millon de personas.

We all have the same Rislampa/Har paper lamps made from wire and environmentally friendly unbleached paper. Mine are confetti.

What do you get yourself into every weekend?" I just don't want to die without a few scars, I say. It's nothing anymore to have a beautiful stock body. You see those cars that are completely stock cherry, right out of a dealer's showroom in 1955, I always think, what a waste.

We're all such products

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The space monkey continues, Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.

She says, We're all some kind of genius. Just, she says, some of us in other ways.

sticking feathers up your butt,Tyler says,does not make you a chicken

Power meant Jamal not having to present himself as an imperfect copy of someone he'd never wanted to be in the first place.

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap.

You're a different human being to everyone you meet.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person." (Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters) He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

The rebellion is home to all kinds.

She treats herself as if she is a divine worm born of sand and stone.

Showing it off—and not caring who cared—was a sign of strength. So now she trembles.

Jas once heard the story that the Jedi constructed their own lightsabers and she figured, well, why can't she do the same with her rifle? So she did. Because she can do whatever she wants.

It's good to realize that. Not everybody is meant to be a mother or a father, and the more of those assholes figure that out, the better. But for some reason, our biological urge to reproduce is given this gross social weight. Oh, are you pregnant? When are you going to have a baby? Are you? Will you? Won't you? What's wrong with you? It's like if you're not a breeder, you're a nobody.

Writers are goofy-headed moon-units.

I went through my life thinking that everyone else was better than I was and that I was always trailing behind, trying to be like them. But now I know that I'm just me and they're gonna have to deal with that.

When you have lived your life under such dominant image-leadership, its pressures put a certain invisible English on the cue ball of your development: It influences all of your ideas about who you should be, all the ways in which you become yourself.

Mrs. Bennet, Lady Bertram, Mrs. Norris, Mrs. Elton, the Steele sisters, Fanny Dashwood, Elizabeth Elliot, Mrs. Clay, Lady Catherine de Bourgh … all differentiated, all unique in their unpleasantness.

It occurred to me, not for the first time, that Lili's world was not so different from my dioramas, or even from Sirena's installations: you took a tiny portion of the earth and made it yours, but really what you wanted was for someone else -- ideally, a grown-up, because a grown-up matters, has authority, but is also not the same as you -- to come and see, to get it, and thereby, somehow, to get you; and all of this, surely so that you might ultimately feel less alone on the planet.