Quotes About Individuality

Oh, nonsense,' said Ross. 'Don't owe your happiness to anyone.

Well, so what? I may be a idiot, but most of the time, anyway, I tried to do the right thing—an dreams is jus dreams, ain't they? So whatever else has happened, I am figgerin this: I can always look back an say, at least I ain't led no hum-drum life. You know what I mean?

The most damnable thing in the world is a servile copyist!

The track's all yours. We won't get in your way: by then we will have set off chasing ourselves rather than you.

Å»aden dzieÅ" siÄ™ nie powtórzy, nie ma dwóch podobnych nocy, dwóch tych samych pocaÅ'unków, dwóch jednakich spojrzeÅ" w oczy.

I'm one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.

I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other. I could have had different ancestors, after all. I could have fluttered from another nest or crawled bescaled from under another tree. Nature's wardrobe holds a fair supply of costumes: spider, seagull, field mouse. Each fits perfectly right off and is dutifully worn into shreds.

You were saved because you were the first. You were saved because you were the last. Alone. With others. On the right. The left. Because it was raining. Because of the shade. Because the day was sunny.

When everybody else is bending with the wind, very few people will lean against it.

Lots of people come just to dance and have a good time. Here you can do anything you want to do, be anyone you want to be. It's called freedom. Be careful, it can be contagious.

If he [the Artist] were to take up the pen it would be...to better express his individuality and explain it to others; or else to put his internal affairs in order...to deepen and sharpen his relationship with his fellow men because other souls exert an immense and creative influence on our soul; or to try to fight for a world as he would like it to be, for a world that is indispensable to his life.

Mnie Bóg, w ?yciu moim, nigdy nie byÅ' potrzebny - od najwczeÅ›niejszego dzieciÅ"stwa, ani przez pi?? minut - byÅ'em zawsze samowystarczalny. / I have never in my life needed God - from the infancy, since I was 5, I was self-sufficient. (Dziennik 1956, XVIII Niedziela)

The individual is a nut so impossible to crack that no theoretic tooth will be able to manage it. And so nothing will be able to justify your defeat, bumblers!

My literature must remain that which it is. Especially that something which does not fit into politics and does not want to serve it. I cultivate just one politics: my own. I am a separate state.

It is not without pleasure that i can tell my majestic colleagues who write for humanity, and in the name of humanity, that i have never written a single word other than for a selfish purpose; but at, each time, the work betrayed me and escaped from me

Witold Gombrowicz

Nago??, phoszÄ™ paÅ"stwa, jest demagogiczna, jest wphost socjalistyczna, bo i có? by byÅ'o, gdyby gmin odkhyÅ', ?e nasza dupa taka sama?!

Na gruncie sztuki to odmienne (powiedziaÅ'bym: niechÄ™tne, lekcewa??ce) podejÅ›cie do formy mo?e zapewni? odnowienie i rozszerzenie Å›rodków artystycznego wyrazu. ProklamujÄ…c wszÄ™dzie gdzie siÄ™ da, zasadÄ™, ?e czÅ'owiek jest wy?szy od swoich wytworów, dostarczam swobody, jakiej bardzo potrzebuje dzisiaj nasza pokurczona dusza.

StaraÅ'em siÄ™ udowodni?, ?e ostatecznÄ… instancjÄ… dla czÅ'owieka jest czÅ'owiek, nie zaÅ› ?adna warto?? absolutna, i spróbowaÅ'em dotrze? do tego najtrudniejszego królestwa zakochanej w sobie niedojrzaÅ'oÅ›ci, gdzie tworzy siÄ™ nasza [...] mitologia.

I was left alone but actually not alone—how could I be alone when I wasn't even there, I had no sense of being there, and not a single thought, gesture, action, or word, in fact nothing seemed to be mine, but rather it was as if it had all been settled somewhere outside myself, decided for me—because in reality I was quite different!

Tutto un mare di giudizi, ognuno dei quali ti incastra dentro un altro uomo e ti ricrea nella sua anima. È come rinascere dentro a un migliaio di anime che ti stanno strette.

Jak mam co? do napisania, to staram si? pisa? jak najm?drzej i ?eby to by?o jak najlepsze. A to, czy ja jestem Polak podczas pisania, czy jestem Chi?czyk, to do mnie nie nale?y. Ja jestem cz?owiek i moj? robot? musz? zrobi? jak najlepiej.

Poniedzia?ek Ja. Wtorek Ja. ?roda Ja. Czwartek Ja. Pi?tek

Truth does not make itself real in an abstract contest of ideas, but in a collision of persons. Being condemned to read a fair amount of books filled only with arguments, I know what truth severed from the person is: a laborious truth. And that is why I turn to you with the plea: Do not allow an idea to grow in you at the price of your personality.