Quotes About Individuality

Don't compare your life with others, you have no idea what their journey is all about.

Not every person is going to understand you and that's okay. They have a right to their opinion and you have every right to ignore it.

We are not our blood

I looked into his good face. Not good because it was handsome, but because it was itself...

Will you tell me, what is a mortal like?" "There is no single answer. They are each different. The only thing they share is death.

But he was a harp with only one string, and the note he played was himself.

When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

This is what all mortals ask first, in disbelief, shock, fear. Is there no exception for me?

What is a mortal like?" It was a child's question, but he nodded gravely. "There is no single answer. They are each different. The only thing they share is death. You know the word?

There was a sort of innocence to him, I thought. I do not mean this as the poets mean it: a virtue to be broken by the story's end, or else upheld at greatest cost. Nor do I mean that he was foolish or guileless. I mean that he was made only of himself, without the dregs that clog the rest of us.

i did not have the fear that i spoke too much. i did not have to worry that i was too slender or too slow.

Patroclo. —Aquiles no apretujó las sílabas de mi nombre como solía hacer la gente, que las apelotonaba todas juntas, como si quisiera liberarse del nombre. En vez de eso, hizo resonarlas todas. Pa-tro-clo.

When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself. "You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure you do not dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

You have always been the worst of my children,' he said. 'Be sure to not dishonor me.' 'I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

Tu n'es pas défini par tes origines. Ne le laisse pas t'entraîner dans sa chute.

There is no one like you," I said, at last. He regarded me a moment, in silence. "So?" Something in the way he spoke it drained the last of my anger from me. I had minded, once. But who was I to begrudge such a thing? As if he heard me, he smiled, and his face was like the sun.

But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it

I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender or too slow.

Hevesli o?lum ve hiç kimse olmay? seçmi? bu adam.

Hayat?m çamurdan ve derinlikten olu?uyordu ama ben o karanl?k sular?n bir parças? de?ildim. O sular?n içindeki bir varl?kt?m

I am made of memories" Patroclus - The song of Achilles

How could I have been anything else but what I am, having been named Madonna. I would either have ended up a nun or this.