Quotes About Individuality

Try asking sometime. Not all women will stand for that 50 Shades crap, you know.

Don't ever be sorry for being who you are. Most of us go our whole lives not really getting it right, just settling." He tugged a strand of her hair. "Do you have any idea the strength it takes to not settle? To keep pushing and seeking for what works?

And speaking of footwear, yours are on the wrong feet." Keller looked down at his shoes and scratched his head before tipping his head up again. "But I don't have any other feet," he finally said.

It's just tea, you weirdo. And I could totally survive without it if I needed to." She paused. "I just can't guarantee anyone else's safety.

Mom used to tell me not to worry when people didn't get me. People throw rocks at things that shine - from the mixed up files of Tilly Adam's journal

I'm not defined by someone I thought I was dating, Luke, or what I do for a living. I'm not defined by what people think of me. My happiness comes from within, and I—

That was one of the things she loved about him. He assumed she could walk and chew gum at the same time. He never second-guessed her, and he didn't try to change her. He accepted.

Problem?" Riggs asked. "You mean other than my life sucks and I'm wearing a unicorn onesie?

Just because you've never felt like you fit in doesn't mean anything's wrong with you. It means you haven't found your place yet.

Coloring all of us with the same pen then?

Look at you… You're perfect. Not… perfect. Perfect to me…

That was one of the things she loved about him. He assumed she could walk and chew gum at the same time. He nevef second-guessed her, and he didn't try to change her. He accepted

It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.

If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.

Screw up my life? He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow. He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, Do your worst.

As a whole, people suck. But a person can be extraordinary

Well, I never been to much school, you understand, but it seems to me that you're assuming something you shouldn't assume... that God sees the world like you do; one thing at a time, from just one spot. Seems to me that he's supposed to be everywhere, know everything. ...Think about that; he knows what you're feeling, how you're hurting. Feels my pain, your pain like it was his own. Hell son, the question isn't how God could care about just one person; question is, how could he not?

I always considered myself a loner. I mean, not like a poor-me, Byron-esque, I-should-have-brought-a-swimming-buddy loner. I mean the sort of person who doesn't feel too upset about the prospect of a weekend spent seeing no one, and reading good books on the couch. It wasn't like I was a people hater or anything. I enjoyed activities and the company of friends. But they were a side dish. I always thought I would be happy without them.

No," she said. "You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore." She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. "And this sure as hell isn't pottery class.

I hate feeling like Han Solo in a world of Jedi.

At the end of the day, people have to be who they are. If you try to take that from them, you diminish them. You reduce them to children, unable to make decisions for themselves. There's no way to poison your relationship with someone else faster.

I flicked a comb through my wet hair, for all the good it would do, and said, How do I look? Mostly human, she said. That's what I was going for.

You are different. That does not make you less.

You've got it backward, Harry," he said. "You are a soul. You have a body.