Quotes About Individuality

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss…." He turned to me. "But every once in a while you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.

Él se limitó a sonreír y dijo—: Algunos de nosotros tenemos un acabado mate, otros satinado, otros esmaltado.... —él se volvió hacia mí—. Pero de vez en cuando conoces a alguien que es iridiscente, y cuando ocurre, no hay nada comparable.

Dad nodded. "There's a lot you could do to not have people call you that, you know.

I told about the whole being greater than the sum of its parts. It's that way with people, too, he said, only with people it's sometimes that the whole is less than the sum of the parts.

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss....He turned to me. But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.

Some of us get dipped in flat, others in satin, some in gloss. Every once in a while you find someone who's iridescent and when you do, nothing will ever compare.

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss but every once in a while you find someone who's iridescent, and when you, nothing will compare

The chance you had is the life you've got. You can make complaints about what people, including you, make of their lives after they have got them, and about what people make of other people's lives, ...but you mustn't wish for another life. You mustn't want to be somebody else.

She would do a mans work when she needed to, but she lived and died without ever putting on a pair of pants. She wore dresses. Being a widow, she wore them black. Being a woman of her time she wore them long. the girls of her day I think must have been like well wrapped gifts to be opened by their husbands on their wedding night, a complete surprise. 'Well! What's this!?

She was a pretty girl, and I was moved by her prettiness. Her hair was brown at the verge of red, and curly. Her face was still a little freckled. But it was her eyes that most impressed me. They were nearly black and had a liquid luster. The brief, laughing look that she had given me made me feel extraordinarily seen, as if after that I might be visible in the dark.

The moment will arrive when you are comfortable with who you are, and what you are– bald or old or fat or poor, successful or struggling- when you don't feel the need to apologize for anything or to deny anything. To be comfortable in your own skin is the beginning of strength.

as self-knowledge develops, we begin to care more about what we think and less about what others ask of us. We

A song has a few rights the same as ordinary citizens... if it happens to feel like flying where humans cannot fly... to scale mountains that are not there, who shall stop it?

We live in a culture eager to make truth a boutique experience as malleable as our personal tastes require.

I like to be alone. Also, I drift, perhaps. When in a crowd, nothing seems to be worth while, and one is an ant in a hurrying mass. Alone, thoughts come with force. They strike one as bluntly as seen things impress themselves.

She just wanted to be comfortable in her own skin...But she would not stop to seek others' approval. The notion that she should never seemed to enter her head. Her right to live as she pleased was not up for negotiation, even if it ran against the grain of the milieu at Huntingdon.

You took her as she was. She wasn't trying to impress anyone," said Claude Nunnelly.

People think of the inventor as a screwball, but no one ever asks the inventor what he thinks of other people.

individuals, he believed, should choose and pursue what matters to them.

We are going home (we are Home, already and always). Home on this earth is being all levels of our awareness or consciousness in our own unique fashion. (138)

false self, co-dependent self, unauthentic or public self.

When this vital part of each of us is not nurtured and allowed freedom of expression, a false or co-dependent self emerges.

The beggar wears all colors fearing none.

At the same time, he studiously avoided becoming a textbook player. He wanted to blend the best of the received wisdom into a refined version of his crazy-seeming "harum scarum" style. He wanted to play a slightly different game than everyone else was playing, to be out of sync with the anticipated rhythms, protocols, and conventions.