Quotes About Individuality

What I'm trying to describe is that it's impossible to get out of your skin into somebody else's.... That somebody else's tragedy is not the same as your own.

You see someone on the street, and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw.

Nothing is ever the same as they said it was. It's what I've never seen before that I recognize.

I mean, if you've ever spoken to someone with two heads, you know they know something you don't.

Every Difference is a Likeness too.

Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats.

Sometimes coloring outside the lines can cost you. Only you can figure out if it's worth it.

What is the point of celebrating diversity if one tries to make all the elements of it the same?

When people think an idea is theirs, he said later in his writings aboard Rea's Helm, they take it so much the more to heart than if they think they got it from someone else, or worse, followed a great public trend. There is nothing people want to do more than to follow great trends, and nothing they want less to seem to be doing.

Sometimes, the most brilliant and intelligent minds do not shine in standardized tests because they do not have standardized minds.

People with ambition don't give a damn what other people think of them.

A child is not an empty vessel.... to be formed in whatever way the parent thinks fit. They are born with their own hearts and they cannot be made otherwise, no matter what love a man lavishes on them.

Todos tenemos nuestros dolores, y aunque la forma, el peso y las dimensiones del dolor son diferentes para cada persona, el color del dolor es común a todos nosotros.

I hardly suppose Wagner lost sleep worrying whether he'd hurt someone's feelings. But then he was a genius.

I had realized that while books are extraordinary, writers themselves are no more or less special than anyone else.

Her knowledge of her own mind was what he admired about her. To expect her to bend to his wishes would be to expect her to be other than herself.

In short, Emmeline adapted to her twin's absence. She learned how to exist apart. Yet still they reconnected and were twins again. Though Emmeline was not the same twin as before, and this was something Adeline did not immediately know.

We were both lone twins.

Her hair was a dirty color that was too dark to be blond, her chin was big and her eyes were small.

A child is not an empty vessel, Fleet, to be formed in whatever way the parent thinks fit. They are born with their own hearts and they cannot be made otherwise, no matter what love a man lavishes on them.

She will not be clever, but still, I see no reason why she should not one day lead a satisfying life separately from her sister. Perhaps she might even marry. All men do not seek intelligence in a wife, and Emmeline is very affectionate.

Nancy Rue has once more proven that Christianity doesn't necessary arrive in a double-breasted suit or wearing pearls. Sometimes it roars in on a Harley, packing more punch than a three-part sermon.

I doubt if there is such a thing as a wholly free choice, because one's choices are rooted in one's personality.

We have problems all over the world today, because men cease to be individuals. We like to identify with everything other than ourselves. We like to identify with groups, races, religions, you hear it every day. 'I'm Italian! I'm German! I'm Negro! I'm Jewish!' So what? Do you realize that when you identify with anything other than yourself, first as an individual, you have a cheap way out a lot of your own shortcomings?