Quotes About Individuality

Eleanor peeled back the sleeve of her T-shirt to show off a small helicopter tattoo on her shoulder.

But Jess had outgrown that. And anyway, the twins weren't so exactly alike. Eddie was quiet and serious. Sam never shut up and he had a fearless streak that sometimes got all three of them into big trouble.

But Grandpop wasn't like other men.

Focus on yourself -- do what you want, when you want, without having to consider anyone else's agenda.

BABY BOY, FASHION IS NOT FOR ADVERTISING YOUR FAVE SEX ACTS ON YOUR SHIRT. UNH-UNH, NO IT'S NOT !

Identity is destiny.

You are your own prophet.

The Gnostic has always been free to express his or her Gnosis in the manner he or she wishes. The Gnostics of the Nag Hammadi Library perhaps could be considered free thought, free spirited seekers of Gnosis, who reject authority and dogma.

It is not your job in life to instruct everyone as to what his or her proper opinion or conduct should be.

Journey to the Heart of Beauty; do not be obsessed with mental and egoic ideas of form and perfection. Get your hands and feet dirty, dance in the rain, and rejoice in the Life that is Living Itself through the Uniqueness of You!

Each Name can be thought of as a bi-unity: first, an uncreated Lord and second, a created vassal or servant. The uncreated Lord may be thought of as the Angel of the Eternal Hexeity of the Eternal Individuality of a given individual's being. The created individual or servant is seen as an epiphanized form of the uncreated Lord. As the Murid follows the way of Truth Without Form, he or she becomes aware of his or her own eternal individuality ('ayn thabita).

Individuality involves pain. Tear ONE sheet of paper into sections and you will hear the sound of ripping. Each time you tear a piece, the paper lets out a cry. This is the pain of separation, the necessary, but unpleasant, phase of the Ultimate Reality knowing Itself. In other words, the One becomes the Many. This is the separation for the chance of union.

No matter where you are in your life, you must do what you love, and fuck what anybody says about what you do. If you are an artist, maybe your 19th century romantic style is not what is popular now, but you might just discover that in ten years, everyone will pay whatever amount you ask for your paintings. Or, if you love the Impressionist movement, you might be the person who starts a Neo-Impressionism movement.

Gnostics are not bound by a Catechism or a Bible. Gnosticism is ultimately your relationship to the Divine and no one has the right to tell you that your personal experience is right or wrong.

We don't so much have LEVELS as ASPECTS. It might be a lot more healthy to think of ourselves as having various aspects rather than hierarchies of levels.

Yaldabaoth wants to stamp out all traces and all possibility of free, individualized human consciousness; he wants the human not to be an individual being, but only a member of a general species of pseudo-humanity -- to be a clever, earth-bound animal, a "homunculus".

Although each person contains all the Divine Names within him or her self, each person also has a particular Name that uniquely manifests the Divine. This is his or her particular Lord (al-rabb al-khass). Each person has his or her own 'Lord.' This 'Lord' is one aspect of Allah and flows from one of His Divine Names.

The observer is one and the mirrors are many.

Autonomy and a sense of independence are the core capacities that have failed to develop fully in those who exhibit this survival style.

Men should be judged, not by their tint of skin, the Gods they serve, the Vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, But by the quality of the thought they think.

So long as a man rides his hobbyhorse peaceably and quietly along the King's highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him - pray, Sir, what have either you or I to do with it?

To write a book is for all the world like humming a song—be but in tune with yourself, madam, 'tis no matter how high or how low you take it.

so long as a man rides his Hobby-Horse peaceably and quietly along the King's highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him,--pray, Sir, what have either you or I to do with it?

No more rules, the freedom of dressing. The beauty of mixing vintage clothes with a pair of jeans that I love.