Quotes About Individuality

Should I apologize for my species for trotting out the same compliment again and again? Isn't it better than having none at all? When you hear the same one again and again, it's difficult not to come to the conclusion that it's the only thing of note about one's person.

Being attractive should have nothing to do with being accepted. It is what is inside a person that matters

We all have different skill sets, interests, concentration cycles, and energy levels. The key is to find out how long it really takes YOU to do the things you need to do and move away from wishful thinking.

They had a confidence that we lacked. And much better hair. So many colors. And we regretted that we could not be more like them.

At the end I am always alone.

There is something absent in me, I thought. Something incomplete. Even my mother couldn't describe me. There was something empty in me that in other people was full.

I had just wanted to be part of a story; I wanted to be a person who had a story to tell.

In the meantime, I hope you will not consign her to a windowless environment populated entirely by unsocialized clones who long ago abandoned the reading and discussion of literature in favor of creating ever more restrictive and meaningless ways in which humans are intended to make themselves known to one another.

The greatest tales, well told, awaken the fears and longings of the listeners. Each man hears a different story. Each is touched by it according to his inner self. The words go to the ear, but the true message travels straight to the spirit.

Why should I be polished and improved like goods for sale? I might not even want to marry! And besides, I have many skills. I can read and write and play the flute and harp. Why should I change to please some man? If he doesn't like me the way I am, then he can get some other girl for his wife.

The end of the story is of your making, nobody else's. You can do with it as you choose. There are as many paths open to your hero as branches on a great tree. They are wonderful and terrible, and plain and twisted. They touch and part and intermingle, and you can follow them whatever way you will.

Part of me has turned wild, and another part's turned dark as endless night, and I'm not going to change back just because someone says I must.

Why should I change to please some man? If he doesn't like me the way I am, then he can get some other girl for his wife.

Disparate! - repliquei, e estava tão zangada com ele que o agarrei pelos ombros e lhe dei um bom abanão. - O final da história é teu, de mais ninguém. Podes fazê-lo como quiseres. Há tantos caminhos para o teu herói como ramos numa árvore.

We all take our own ways. We all make our own choices, for good or ill.

Just because you're bron to someone, it doesn't mean you belong to them.

di lahat ng payo makakabuti para sa 'tin dahil di man lahat ng naranasan ng iba..ay kagaya ng eksaktong nararanasan ng bawat isa.

I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name My name is my own my own my own and I can't tell you who the hell set things up like this but I can tell you that from now on my resistance my simple and daily and nightly self-determination may very well cost you your life

Our earth is round, and, among other things, that means that you and I can hold completely different points of view and both be right. The difference of our positions will show stars in your window I cannot even imagine. Your sky may burn with light, while mine, at the same moment, spreads beautiful to darkness. Still we must choose how we separately corner the circling universe of our experience. Once chosen, our cornering will determine the message of any star and darkness we encounter.

In the name of motherhood and fatherhood and education and good manners, we threaten and suffocate and bind and ensnare and bribe and trick children into wholesale emulation of our ways. Indeed, originality is recognized as disobedience, pathology, incorrigible character and/or unlawful conduct to be prosecuted by the state.

not his mother, nor did he hesitate to say so.

Instead of sniping at her like Mrs. Mi, Mrs. Ting let my mother do all sorts of things she wanted, like reading novels: before, reading a book without a Marxist cover would bring down a rain of criticism about being a bourgeois intellectual.

There were no state regulations about hairstyles or clothes. It was what everyone else was wearing that determined the rules of the day. And because the range was so narrow, people were always looking out for the tiniest variations. It was a real test of ingenuity to look different and attractive, and yet similar enough to everyone else so that nobody with an accusing finger could pinpoint what exactly was heretical.

Muitas camponesas que vinham para a cidade mudavam de trajes para não parecer caipiras. Mas ela era inteiramente descontraída com suas roupas, o que mostrava a força de seu caráter.