Quotes About Individuality

My only plea is that all artists have to range the full extent of their own lives freely. The rest of the world can censor and bury their private past. We cannot, and so have to remain partly green till the day we die… callow-green in the hope of becoming fertile-green.

a personality is reduced to mere wax, a mere receiver of impressions; and this condition is the very negation of the basic drive in him—to rebel. It is no wonder that in middle age many such failed rebels, rebels turned self-conscious drones, aware of their susceptibility to intellectual vogues, adopt a mask of cynicism that cannot hide their more or less paranoiac sense of having been betrayed by life." ' While

They're teaching you to express personality at the Slade – personality in general. But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating. It

it's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. It's what distinguishes all great art from the other kind. The technically accomplished buggers are two a penny in any period. Especially in this great age of universal education. He

Omul nu este o insul?. - Prostii, aiurea! Fiecare din noi este o insul?. Dac? nu am fi, am înnebuni pe loc. Între aceste insule sunt vapoare, avioane, telefoane, radio - ce vrei. Oamenii r?mân insule. Insule care se pot scufunda È™i pot disp?rea pentru vecie. Tu eÈ™ti o insul? care nu s-a scufundat. Nu poÈ›i fi atât de pesimist! Nu este posibil.

La sfârÈ™it, am t?cut amândoi. Trebuie s? fi înÈ›eles. Dragostea este misterul între doi oameni, nu asem?narea dintre ei.

One kind of person is engaged in society without realizing it; another kind engages in society by controlling it. The one is a gear, a cog, and the other an engineer, a driver. But a person who has opted out has only his ability to express his disengagement between his existence and nothingness

Ever read this? Let's cut corners. To hell with literature. You're clever and I'm beautiful. Now let's talk about who we really are.

How much better things would be if we all tried to mold and shape our own thoughts and actions rather than those of others.

Love is magical, and it can last, if we remember our differences.

When men and women are single for a long time, the differences are sometimes not as defined.

If women become too much like men, men lose purpose, meaning, and inspiration in life.

They do not wear uniforms like the Martians (to reveal their competence). On the contrary, they enjoy wearing a different outfit every day, according to how they are feeling. Personal expression, especially of their feelings, is very important. They may even change outfits several times a day as their mood changes.

For a brief moment we believe, "Now I have the power to be me and do what I want.

We all have our little secrets, and as long as they're harmless, who really cares? With time, the secrets often go away and things don't matter anymore.

What kind of name is Siler-Spence? I mean, what's wrong with these women who use hyphens? What if her name was Skowinski and she married a guy named Levondowski? Would her little liberated soul insist she go through life as F.Gwendolin Skowinski- Levondowski?

The truth was that, at the age of thirty-six, Lacy was content to live alone, to sleep in the center of the bed, to clean up only after herself, to make and spend her own money, to come and go as she pleased, to pursue her career without worrying about his, to plan her evenings with input from no one else, to cook or not to cook, and to have sole possession of the remote control.

Much to the concern of her parents, she began skipping church. They were devout Methodists who never missed a Sunday. Indeed, few people in their part of the world missed church and those who did were talked about.

Judith insisted he attend some crunchy little granola academy where all plastic is forbidden and all the teachers wear thick wool socks and old sandals.

She looked great in tight jeans and short skirts, she looked great in anything or nothing, really, but for the moment she wanted no one to notice her.

I was a street lawyer, and I could dress any way I wanted.

Mary alone insisted on wearing a white gown.

Or should they stay single and keep their independence?

True greatness is not about comparisons with others. Rather, it's about being the best possible version of myself each and every day!