Quotes About Individuality

What I do with my life is of my own doing. I live it the best way I can. I've been criticized on many, many occasions, because of - acquaintances, and what have you.

I love dressing for different occasions and having dress codes. For me, it's such a fun thing to have a reason to think about dressing within restraints or codes or rules, so it's something I have fun with.

When I was growing up, my father would not allow me to get a perm, so I straightened my hair for special occasions.

I've been called Ellen DeGeneres on a number of occasions over the course of my career.

When I land in a country and they ask for 'occupation,' I always just put 'artist.' I think that covers all of it.

When the time comes, they won't ask what kind of a Jew you are.

Let every writer tell his own lies That's freedom of the press.

There is something silly about a man who wears a white suit all the time, especially in New York. (on Tom Wolfe)

No, just as Marlon Brando seemed to inhabit a role as though it were a natural extension of his mood, so Ali treated boxing.

It is a credo for lonely people: My heart is my church.

Nobody is ever really free, Gary. As long as you live with another human being, you're not free.

Your personality means the aspect of yourself which makes you effective in life. It is evident that there are two aspects of effectiveness of individuality. First, how do you affect or stimulate others? This is your stimulation value. Second, how do others affect you? How do you respond to others? That is your response aspect of value. Put these together, your effect upon others and others' effect upon you, and that is virtually your personality.

It is impossible to think of an ideal human life except as an alternation of individual and social life, as equally a belonging and an escape.

Now and then, though, someone does begin to grow differently. Instead of down, his feet grow up toward the sky. But we do our best to discourage awkward things like that. What happens to them? insisted Milo. Oddly enough, they often grow ten times the size of everyone else, said Alec thoughtfully, and I've heard that they walk among the stars.

And some looked even more like each other than they did like themselves.

A slavish concern for the composition of words is the sign of a bankrupt intellect.

Does everyone here grow the way you do? puffed Milo when he had caught up. Almost everyone, replied Alec, and then he stopped a moment and thought. Now and then, though, some- one does begin to grow differently. Instead of down, his feet grow up toward the sky. But we do our best to dis- courage awkward things like that. What happens to them? insisted Milo. Oddly enough, they often grow ten times the size of everyone else, said Alec thoughtfully, and I've heard that they walk among the stars.

And you only have one face." "Is that bad?" asked Milo, making sure it was still there. "You'll soon wear it out using it for everything," replied the Dodecahedron.

If we are taken all together, we might muster some courage, but from the previous evidence it is likely that we will be taken separately.

If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.

We are grown stiff with the ramrod of convention down our backs. ???? ?????, ????? ??????????? ???????? ???????? ???????????, ????? ???????????. (O. Henry, The Green Door)

Sentirse solo no es sentirse inferior, sino distinto. El sentimiento de soledad no es una ilusión —como a veces lo es el de inferioridad— sino la expresión de un hecho real: somos, de verdad, distintos. Y, de verdad, estamos solos.

you are you and your body of steam, you and your face of night, you and your hair, unhurried lightning, you cross the street and enter my forehead, footsteps of water across my eyes, listen to me as one listens to the rain

A TODOS, en algún momento, se nos ha revelado nuestra existencia como algo particular, intransferible y precioso. Casi siempre esta revelación se sitúa en la adolescencia. El descubrimiento de nosotros mismos se manifiesta como un sabernos solos; entre el mundo y nosotros se abre una impalpable, transparente muralla: la de nuestra conciencia.