Quotes About Individuality

When you are in the public eye, it is really counterproductive to think about how you're viewed in the eyes of others. You just have to be who you are.

Do you think a commoner should dare to dress like a blue blood?" Rhys asked as Quincy pulled the hem of the robe over his legs. "I believe every man ought to dress as well as he is able." Rhys's eyes narrowed. "Do you think it's right for people to judge a man for what he wears?" "It is not for me to decide whether it is right, sir. The fact is, they do.

Nonconformity is nothing but self-interest in disguise.

I've never wanted to marry," Pandora continued. "Anyone who knows me will tell you that. When I was little, I never liked the stories about princesses waiting to be rescued. I never wished on falling stars, or pulled the petals off daisies while reciting 'he loves me, he loves me not.

Going wherever you please, any time of day or night. Doing a man's work, when you should be at home with a mending basket. You'll do more good for the world that way than trying to become a man." "I have no desire to become a man," Garrett said coolly. "That would be backsliding.

There's no such thing as an old maid.' 'Wh-what woould you call a middle-aged lady who's never married?' 'A woman with standards?

I don't want you to change your life for me. You'll have to make the same decision every day, over and over—it must be for yourself alone. Otherwise you will come to resent me.

Thank God you know what labels to affix to people. It would be so inconvenient to have to judge them individually.

Why did you call me that?" "Cinda? Because no one else does.

I've had no time for sweethearting. To be sure, I've no' met the woman who could tempt me away from a single life." Merritt's brows lifted. "What kind of woman will she be?" "I'll expect I'll know when I find her.

It is always more difficult for the people who swim against the current, Sophia

No one ever calls me sharp. People always say Pandora's the sharp one." "What do they say about you?" She gave a self-deprecating little laugh. "Usually it's something about my looks." Mr. Severin was silent for a moment. "There's much more to you than that," he said gruffly.

Cassandra grinned up at him, well aware that she was perspiring and bedraggled, with soot marks on her yellow dress. "You probably thought Pandora was the cause of all our misadventures. But as you see, I'm capable of getting into trouble all on my own." "Pandora would be proud," Devon said dryly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

It is better to spend time in one's own company than to consort with people who have no more intelligence than the sheep and goats they herd." Annoyed by his snobbery, Livia could not resist making a retort. "You are fortunate, then, Mr. Chamberlain. With that attitude, it seems likely that you will indeed be spending a great deal of time in your own company.

Although she didn't possess the robust sunstruck prettiness of her younger sisters, Helen was compelling in her own way, like the cool glow of moonlight. Her skin was very fair, her hair the lightest shade of blond. Kathleen found it interesting that although Lord and Lady Trenear had named all four of their children after figures of Greek mythology, Helen was the only one who had been given the name of a mortal.

at my age, I will ask whatever I like, and let anyone reproach me if they dare.

Matthew was the only man who had ever wanted her just as she was.

It's none of your concern about how I lead my life or who pays for it. I don't care about your opinions, and you have no right to force them on me.

Perfection is impossible. Most mathematical truths can't be proved. The vast majority of mathematical relations can't be known. But you . . . standing here in your bare feet in that dress . . . you're perfect.

The twins, who were clearly having a splendid time, had adorned themselves outlandishly. Cassandra was dressed in a green opera cloak with a jeweled feather ornament affixed to her hair. Pandora had tucked a light blue lace parasol beneath one arm, and a pair of lawn tennis rackets in the other, and was wearing a flowery diadem headdress that had slipped partially over one eye.

Throughout the years Bowman's efforts to change Daisy had been met with valiant resistance. She liked herself the way she was and therefore trying to do anything with her was like attempting to herd a swarm of butterflies. Or nailing jelly to a tree.

I had asked Todd once if he was gay, and he had said he didn't care if someone was a man or a woman, he was more interested in the person's inside. "So are you bisexual?" I had asked, and he had laughed at my insistence on a label. "I guess I'm bipossible," he had said, and pressed a warm, careless kiss on my lips.

He's not like anyone else I've ever met. His brilliant mind won't let him view anything, even his wife, in a conventional way. He sees more potential in me than I've imagined for myself. I'll admit, I'm surprised by how much I like it.

First of all, there is no need to patronize me by implying that I'm Helen of Troy when it's clear that I'm no beauty.