Quotes About Individuality

No street corner has any justification over another one. Custom dissolves into nothingness.

That is the idea I shall try to convey when I say that man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, yet, in other respects is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does

Människohopen glesnade, man hörde tydligt havets brus. En ung kvinna, som stödde båda händerna mot balustraden, lyfte ansiktet mot himlen, ett blått ansikte med ett svart tvärstreck, de målade läpparna. Jag undrade ett ögonblick om jag inte skulle älska människorna. Men när allt kom omkring var det deras söndag och inte min.

But what a poor lie: no one has any rights; they are entirely free, like other men, they cannot succeed in not feeling superfluous. And in themselves, secretly, they are superfluous, that is to say, amorphous, vague, and sad. How

we are not on the side of history made. We were, as I have said, situated in such a way that every lived minute seemed to us like something irreducible.

No quiero secretos, ni estados de alma, ni cosas indecibles; no soy ni virgen ni sacerdote para jugar a la vida interior.

I am therefore responsible for myself and for everyone else, and I am fashioning a certain image of man as I choose him to be In choosing myself, I choose man.

Ya ben kendi geçmiÅŸimi nerede saklayaca??m? GeçmiÅŸ cebe konmaz ki. Bunu yerleÅŸtirecek bir evin olmas? gerekir. Benimse sadece bedenim var. Bedeniyle yaln?z olan bir insan, an?lar? durduramaz, üzerinden a??p gider onlar. Ac? çekmeliyim. Sadece özgür olmak istedim.

Il pense donc que l'homme, sans aucun appui et sans aucun secours, est condamné à chaque instant à inventer l'homme.

È vero che non sei responsabile di quello che sei, ma sei responsabile di quello che fai di ciò che sei.

Tal vez sea imposible comprender el propio rostro. ¿O acaso es porque soy un hombre solo? Los que viven en sociedad han aprendido a mirarse en los espejos, tal como los ven sus amigos. Yo no tengo amigos; ¿por eso es mi carne tan desnuda? Sí, es como la naturaleza sin los hombres.

no nos convertimos en lo que somos sino mediante la negación íntima y radical de lo que han hecho de nosotros

Man is nothing other than what he makes of himself.

It is your show. It is your universe. There is no one else here, just you, and nothing is being withheld from you. You are completely on your own. Everything is available for direct knowing. No one else has anything you need. No one else can lead you, pull you, push you or carry you.

I don't see it as my role to save or rescue anybody any more than regular people feel the need to rescue each other from sleeping and dreaming.

We slip into the lives that are laid out for us the way children slip into the clothes their mother lays out for them in the morning. No one decides. We don't live our lives by choice, but by default.

Hurray—I was someone else. I was not completely crazy yet. Seriously antisocial, of course, and somewhat sporadically homicidal, nothing wrong with that. But not crazy.

Something it's reassuring to know I'm not the only one pretending to be normal.

Every major city has a section like this one. If a piebald dwarf with advanced leprosy wants to have sex with a kangaroo and a teenage choir, he'll find his way here and get a room. When he's done he might take the whole gang next door for a cup of Cuban coffee and a medianoche sandwich. Nobody would care, as long as he tipped.

I felt like a ventriloquist's dummy, suddenly called upon to perform the whole act alone.

Every major city has a section like this one. If a piebald dwarf with advanced leprosy wants to have sex with a kangaroo and a teenage choir, he'll find his way here and get a room. When he's done, he might take the whole gang next door for a cup of Cuban coffee and a medianoche sandwich. Nobody would care, as long as he tipped.

And on the trip home, with brand-new shiny silver bands on her teeth, she was just as silent, but more aggressively so.

Loneliness is an art form

Who on earth had that perfect physical and mental incarnation that piloted them about flawlessly every minute of every day? Disabled is a continuum. We each have a spot on that vast bandwidth. It's what we do with our unique frequency that counts.