Quotes About Individuality

Our similarities are different.

I'm not much but I'm all I have.

What one writes is based so much on the kind of person one is, the kind of environment one has had and has now. One doesn't really choose the poetry one writes, one writes the kind of poetry one has to write, or one can write.

If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.

People are too complicated to have simple labels.

Nova shrugged, looking as if she had personally invented shrugging and hadn't quite sorted out the fine details yet.

My name," the boy said importantly, "is Stacey de Lacey." "But that's a girl's name!" blurted Oliver. Stacey de Lacey's face turned a dark shade of red. "Silence!" he shouted. "Stacey is one of those names that can be for a boy or a girl! Like Hilary, or Leslie, or...um... Anyway...!

But boys will be boys, even the ones who are only girls dressed up: That's one of the rules of the world.

Everybody else is working to change, persuade, tempt and control them. The best readers come to fiction to be free of all that noise.

I am not I; pity the tale of me.

It is up to the individual to choose the life they think best French

So many different formulas can work that there's no real formula. What's important is to learn from whomever or whatever you can, at your own rate, in your own way. How or when you learn doesn't matter, so long as the learning occurs.

Why me? He says: Because you are not like all the others, because I don't see anyone but you and you don't even realize it. He adds this phrase, which for me is unforgettable: Because you will leave and we will stay.

Je dis : pourquoi moi ? Il dit : parce tu n'es pas du tout comme les autres, parce qu'on ne voit que toi sans que tu t'en rendes compte. Il ajoute cette phrase, pour moi inoubliable : parce que tu partiras et que nous resterons.

I also know how much of yourself you have to leave behind in order to look like everyone else.

The question that imposed itself: Why me? The image doesn't fit: my thick glasses, my stretched-out blue Nordic sweater, the student head slaps, the too-good grades, the feminine gestures. Why me? He says: Because you are not like all the others, because I don't see anyone but you and you don't even realize it.

Il me rend à la solitude. La plus profonde, celle qu'on ressent au cœur d'une foule.

We are alone in the world. I've never enjoyed the rain so much.

He says: Because you are not like all the others, because I don't see anyone but you and you don't even realize it. He adds this phrase, which for me is unforgettable: Because you will leave and we will stay.

Et puis, il l'a dit, c'est toute sa vie : on ne s'excuse pas de ce qui fait sa vie.

If I shut up, it's just to avoid being confronted by violence. Is it cowardice? Perhaps. I prefer to see it as a kind of necessary self-protection. But I will never change. I will never think: It's bad, or It would be better to be like everyone else, or I will lie to them so that they'll accept me. Never. I stick to who I am. In silence, of course, but it's a proud, stubborn silence.

La vie, la vie la vie n'est pas comme les livres, elle peut être bien belle, même et parfois elle n'est pas toute rose, mais changer de couleur ne la rend pas meilleure. Aime-toi comme tu es, aime les autres comme ils sont. En vérité, mon si joli garçon, ce pourrait être cela la leçon.

Whenever people talk in the abstract about the pros and cons of immigration, one should not forget that immigrants are individual human beings whose lives happen not to fit neatly within national borders – and that like all human beings, they are all different. How different, though? Different better, or different worse? Such basic questions underlie whether people are willing to accept outsiders in their midst

At the end of the day, whether or not those people are comfortable with how you're living your life doesn't matter. What matters is whether you're comfortable with it.