Quotes About Individuality

I'm not a girl. I'm a genius.

Alas, it was never meant for us to hear. It was never meant for us to know. We ought never be taught to read. We fight through the constant male refractoriness of our surroundings; our souls are torn out of us with such shock that there isn't even any blood. Remember: I didn't and don't want to be a 'feminine' version or a diluted version or a special version or a subsidiary version or an ancillary version, or an adapted version of the heroes I admire. I want to be the heroes themselves.

You're stuck with yourself, so you might as well try and be someone you can stand to live with.

I liked her better for showing a little spirit.

Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.

But I have always been different. Perhaps that's why I find it easier to cross the narrow boundaries between one tribe and the next. To belong so often means to exclude; to think in terms of us and them – two little words that, juxtaposed, so often lead to conflict.

Places all have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.

She handed me one of the finished mendiants . A fat black cherry made for the nose; a candied lemon slice for the mouth. She had made all her chocolates into little faces. Features added in gold leaf; almonds, raisins, poppy seeds. All of the chocolates different, all of them marked with her signature: Love me. Feed me. Free me - And all of the chocolates were smiling.

Monsieur Moscat .... You won't ever guess HIS favorite, [Lucie] says. He hasn't gotten one. [Vianne:] I find that difficult to believe, I smile. Everyone has a favorite. Even Monsieur Muscat. Lucie considers this for a moment. Maybe his favorite is the one he takes from someone else, she tells me limpidly.

A história de toda a gente começa a meio da de outra pessoa, com meadas confusas de narrativa à espera de serem desenroladas. E de quem é esta história afinal?

Vraj má ?lovek len jeden život. Na internete zistíte, že to nie je pravda. Zadajte si do Googlu svoje meno a uvidíte, ko?kí ?alÅ¡í ho nosia. Sú to ?udia, ktorými by sme mohli byÃ…Â¥: úbožiak, Å¡portovec, takmer slávny herec, odsúdenec ?akajúci na smrÃ…Â¥, slávny kuchár, osoba s rovnakým dátumom narodenia ako vy... tiene toho, ?o mohlo byÃ…Â¥, keby bolo vÅ¡etko trochu inak.

Se só me faltassem os outros, vá, um homem consola-se mais ou menos das pessoas que perde; mas falto eu mesmo, e esta lacuna é tudo.

For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.

Everyone will think I'm ugly. Tik Tok smiled. That's true. But we are a small village. We have narrow tastes. There's no telling who else in the world would think you're beautiful.

Many people in the village wanted her to be more of a girl, and Peter had wanted her to be large and brave but a little less large and brave than him. But Pine Sap was sure enough to want her to be exactly who she was.

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were?

Some women are meant to change the world, while others are meant to hold it together. And then there are those of us who simply don't want to be in it, because we know no matter how much we struggle, we can't comfortably fit.

It's choice that makes us human.

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it's a damn good start.

Did you ever wonder if the person in the picture is the same one you see when you look in the mirror? - That's the eternal question, isn't it? Are we born who we are, or do we make ourselves that way?

I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.