Quotes About Individuality

Ich fürchte, grad unter Menschen möchtest du ein Mensch zu sein verlernen.

A heretic is a man who sees with his own eyes.

I can, too, be a bitch sometimes

you know who you are.

only you know who you are.

only you really know yourself and only you can really make your decisions.

Was it just that the right man hadn't come along? Or did I simply not want to get married? The truth was probably a combination of the two. I hadn't yet met a man who interested me for any extended period of time, nor had I met one who seemed to offer a life that could be any more enjoyable than the one I was leading on my own. The problem was that married life seemed to me likely to be a lot less enjoyable than the one I'd built for myself.

Let her live in the air,' said Peter. 'I bet you do. Let her love her body.' 'Let her,' said Anna sadly.

Artistic careers seem to attract a disproportionately high ratio of people with dysfunctional backgrounds, odd upbringings, multiple hang-ups, and exotic emotional deficiencies. In other words, they have plenty to get off their chests, and ever since they weregiven/took the opportunity to do so they certainly haven't shirked from the task.

A singer for me is more like someone who is standing alone with a microphone like Scott Walker, rather than someone who is bashing a plank and is spitting all over a microphone.

Because two people in love don't make a hive mind. Neither should they want to be a hive mind, to think the same, to know the same. It's about being separate and still loving each other, being distinct from each other. One is the violin string one is the bow.

she hadn't realised how much she missed the company of women who laughed, women who spoke their own minds, women who didn't give a shit for anything.

I belong to the tribe of the grasshopper, not that of the ant.

Sometimes it's only madness that makes us what we are.

A wise man makes his own decisions. An ignorant man follows public opinion.

That's all I am, now. That's all that defines me. So when they're happy, they'll be me.

Peer shook his head. "What have I become, already? An endless series of people – all happy for their own private reasons. Linked together by the faintest thread of memory. Why keep them spread out in time? Why go on pretending that there's one 'real' person, enduring through all those arbitrary changes?

Leila just mentally tagged the three of them with randomly chosen, slightly exotic names – Tim, John and Sarah.

Sometimes I wonder if my stability has anything to do with me; maybe the real constant is the way I've been prepared. Maybe an infinite number of different people, put through the same process, would all emerge the same. Have all emerged the same. I don't know.

Go on. I'm waiting for you to get to the part where you say you're no more proud of being gay than you are of having brown eyes, or black hair, or a birthmark behind your left knee." I protested, "That's true. Why should I be 'proud' of something I was born with? I'm not proud, or ashamed. I just accept it. And I don't have to join a parade to prove that.

Seven genders – and all of them perceived as monolithic. Everyone stereotyped at a glance. Seven pigeon-holes instead of two isn't progress.

Is a stranger in a crowd less than human, just because you can't witness her inner life?

You'll never stop changing, but that doesn't mean you have to drift in the wind. Every day, you can take the person you've been, and the new things you've witnessed, and make your own, honest choice as to who you should become. "Whatever happens, you can always be true to yourself. But don't expect to end up with the same inner compass as anyone else. Not unless they started beside you, and climbed beside you every step of the way.

Not that she took to the usual ministrations that followed her husband's death. When a cleric suggested to Victoria that "Henceforth you must remember that Christ Himself will be your husband," the queen declared, "This is what I call twaddle!"73