Quotes About Individuality

And all the worlds you are - Ohio and Greenville Woodson and Irby Gunnar's Child and Jack's daughter Jehovah's Witness and nonbeliever listener and writer Jackie and Jacqueline - gather into one world called You where You decide what each world and each story and each ending will finally be.

That's all anybody is-themselves. People all the time wanting to change that.

My fingers curl into fists, automatically This is the way, my mother said, of every baby's hand. I do not know if these hands will become Malcolm's—raised and fisted or Martin's—open and asking or James's—curled around a pen.

My mother has a gap between her two front teeth. So does Daddy Gunnar. Each child in this family has the same space connecting us.

Before the world as they knew it ended, they stepped out in heels with straightening-comb burns on their ears, gartered stockings, and lipstick for the first time.

God'll make a butt-ugly boy, but I ain't never seen him make a ugly girl child.

People are so caught up in trying to force their own world onto everybody else's that they don't even get the fact that the other person doesn't care.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that knowing how you should be reacting to a loss has anything to do with how you react when it's your loss.

Un jour, d'elle-même, elle se farda les ongles en rouge. Jamais, jusque là, elle n'avait osé le faire. Ce qui la saisit, ce fut que ses ongles ressentirent le froid du vernis. Elle eut alors le sentiment que notre corps en a toujours de nouvelles à nous apprendre.

Let us face a pluralistic world in which there are no universal churches, no single remedy for all diseases, no one way to teach or write or sing, no magic diet, no world poets, and no chosen races, but only the wretched and wonderfully diversified human race.

We are given over to absolute solitude. No one can speak with us and no one can speak for us; we must take it upon ourselves, each of us must take it upon himself.

The stage in which the human being was a mere slave of the mechanical tyrant has been passed. When man himself becomes a machine, he attains to the marvelous freedom of unconsciousness, the freedom of the machine itself.

Only two possibilities are left to the individual: either he remains what he was, in which case he becomes more and more unadapted, neurotic, and inefficient, loses his possibilities of subsistence, and is at last tossed on the social rubbish heap, whatever his talents may be; or he adapts himself to the new sociological organism, which becomes his world, and he becomes unable to live except in a mass society.

The melancholy fact is that the human personality has been almost wholly disassociated and and dissolved through mechanization.

A certificate tells me that I was born. I repudiate this certificate: I am not a poet, but a poem. A poem that is being written, even if it looks like a subject.

Unless we define happiness in a rather sad way, namely that it is to be like everyone else, which is what the autonomous ego could be resolved into - nobody, it must be said, knows what it is.

Like the Schoolmen, but for different reasons, the Indians distinguish between the personality (which is for us the spiritual subsistence of the soul) and the material individuality (which arises from the dispositions of the body).

Renunciar a la ilusión que ve en el alma una sustancia inmaterial, no es negar su existencia, sino al contrario comenzar a reconocer la complejidad, la riqueza, la insondable profundidad de la herencia genética y cultural, así como de la experiencia personal, consciente o no, que en conjunto constituyen el ser que somos, único e irrecusable testigo de sí mismo.

À ses yeux, les mauvaises habitudes, la manies et les névroses faisaient partie intégrante de la personnalité et servaient à rompre la monotonie de l'existence.

Organic grow-your-own-granola food is not my style. When a style or a trend wants to impose a way of behaving on me, I do the exact opposite; I might even develop a particular fondness for potassium sorbate and sodium erythorbate.

Le cancre Il dit non avec la tête Mais il dit oui avec le coeur Il dit oui à ce qu'il aime Il dit non au professeur Il est debout On le questionne Et tous les problèmes sont posés Soudain le fou rire le prend Et il efface tout Les chiffres et les mots Les dates et les noms Les phrases et les pièges Et malgré les menaces du maître Sous les huées des enfants prodiges Avec des craies de toutes les couleurs Sur le tableau noir du malheur Il dessine le visage du bonheur

Venim de departe, fiecare dintre noi, pe drumuri atât de diverse încât le credem unice. Venim de departe, pentru a ajunge la prezent, pentru a îndr?zni s? ne ocup?m locul, s? ocup?m un spa?iu de via?? care nu se dezv?luie sub pa?ii no?tri, pentru a putea l?sa poate, poate, o urm? infim? a trecerii noastre pe acest P?mânt.

But when it comes to the inner situation, there is only one ingredient: you. At least you must happen the way you want.

You have too much social influence upon you. You are not going by your own nature. People do so many nonsensical life-negative things because they don't want to be left out of the scene around them.