Quotes About Individuality

Each person has his or her own Bible.

I am grateful that I have rights in the proverbial public square--but, as a practical matter, my most cherished rights are those that I possess in my bedroom and hospital room and death chamber.

What an abundance of leisure the person gains who is not looking over at what his neighbor is saying, doing, or thinking, but only at what he himself is doing, in order that he does what is just and respectful of the gods. As Agathon4 said, do not peer into the darkness of another's character, but run straight toward the finish line without straying from your path.

Marriage has just never interested me.

Love as thou wilt

There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.

Okay, so Malik had taped his nametag to his butt, but he was still standing in the witness box, ready to testify.)

But I had only known the absurd, and I think that made me profoundly different from them

I am a woman above everything else.

What would Bob think? That's the question. I need to get you a bumper sticker that says WHAT WOULD BOB THINK?" "I don't need the bumper sticker because it's already stamped on my brain and I wish it wasn't. It shouldn't matter so much what he thinks. This is my life without him," she said.

Sometimes you just had to let people be who they were, let them have their highs and lows.

Never judge anyone by another's opinions. We all have different sides that we show to different people.

Never let anyone shame you into doing anything you don't choose to do. Keep your identity.

Everyone has an identity. One of their own, and one for show.

Helen Lawson: The only hit that comes out of a Helen Lawson show is Helen Lawson, and that's ME, baby, remember?

Well, I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone. I was Lola Rose. I just wished I looked more like my idea of Lola Rose.

the first part was awesome the second part were gross but still amazing to me

It was such a relief to realize someone else had a weird vivid inner life like my own!

Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.

Look how beautifully black we are. And as we dance, I am not Melody who is sixteen, I am not my parents' once illegitimate daughter—I am a narrative, someone's almost forgotten story. Remembered.

What did it sound like...having someone call your name across a crowded school yard? How did it feel to turn to the sound of your name, to see some smiling face or waving hand and know it was for you and you alone?" —Staggerlee

The first time I write my full name Jacqueline Amanda Woodson without anybody' help on a clean white page in my composition notebook, I know If I wanted to I could write anything Letters becoming words, words gathering meaning, becoming thoughts outside my head becoming sentences written by Jacqueline Amanda Woodson

My whole family knows I can't sing. My voice, my sister says, is just left of the key. Just right of the tune. But I sing anyway, whenever I can.

When we asked, What do you love? Sylvia looked around her perfectly pink room and said, I'm not the boss of me. How the hell would I even know.