Quotes About Individuality

High in the hazy sky, the snowfkakes looked tiny and all alike, but as they drifted past the narrow window of the sewing room, all were unique - long or round or triangular - as if they'd borrowed their shapes from the clouds they'd come from.

I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.

Molezelda vaguely. "They always do what their mother tells them. Who are you?" "Nobody in particular," said Wilbur. "Just a prince. Ignore me.

Is your mom afraid something will happen to you?" "I," said Harriet, with absolute confidence, "am something that happens to OTHER people.

Broad views about life have shrunk into religions, and we have been turned into their symbols. They regard us as empty symbols. Symbols of a religion, a nation. We mustn't be trapped by that. In this war, let that be the ground of your contest. A ground that cannot be reduced to definition and detail.

I'm a flamboyant type of guy, a cooler version of Liberace.

Sometimes I wonder who my mother might be if she weren't married to my father. Everyone around him seems that much less free-spirited, that much less open to possibility, so much more controlled. At her office she is loud and filled with infectious laugher. Here she is more quiet and deferential. I can cut a cucumber, I say more sharply than I intend. She winces and busies herself with searching for a vegetable peeler, if only to make a point.

I am always someone's accessory, someone's afterthought, the supporting actress in another person's drama and that thought fills me with fire.

I'm still me, I want to say to him, your son, but that would hardly help if I am currently everything wrong with the world.

If you write a novel alone you sit and you weave a little narrative. And it's O.K., but it's of no account.

A stranger could drive through Miguel Street and just say "Sum!" because he could see no more. But we who lived there saw our street as a world, where everybody was quite different from everybody else. Mam-man was mad; George was stupid; Big Foot was a bully; hat was an adventurer; Popo was a philosopher; and Morgan was our comedian.

So here is the greatest irony of all: that the self that almost by definition is entirely private is to significant extent a social construct.

Homogeneity breeds weakness: theoretical blind spots, stale paradigms, an echo-chamber mentality, and cults of personality.

Rokkahaa mie. Antero on etunim. Antiksihaa minnuu on sanottu koko ikän, ja niin mie sanon itekkii.

Let not young souls be smothered out Before they do quaint deeds And fully flaunt their pride.

Everybody's got the right to go to hell in the handcart of their choice.

Let others do as they wished, but she would live the life she began and would not run from corner to corner in a frenzy. She would wait for her own happiness, not someone else's.

What do we mean by individuality? It is a unified plurality, an enlargement of one's possibilities and their subordination to the principal purpose that determines all. Without a purpose, individuality does not exist.

Don't listen to people--listen to yourself.

No, even though everyone had one set of hands and feet, there was more than one person inside--there were several, each pulling a different way, tearing you apart until they led you to your grave And yet we think that another's soul is impenetrable--as though we know our own at least a little.

I might have wanted another destiny for myself, but others have theirs, and I have mine. And I'm not sorry about it. It's mine.

I love my beauty. It's not my fault.

I am especially grateful that I have been able to keep my own style over the decades, in spite of the many changes that have taken place in the world of fashion and in its business.

True, I played, fought and studied with other children, but always I stood apart within. … A cosmic loneliness was my shadow.