Quotes About Individuality

Fashion is never wrong.

It is better to be a flamboyant failure than any kind of benign success.

There's nothing in this world more instinctively abhorrent to me than finding myself in agreement with my fellow-humans.

There's nothing is this world more instinctively abhorrent to me than finding myself in agreement with my fellow-humans.

Never forget that only dead fish swim with the stream.

Jesus himself, even in his obscurity, dreaded the gathering of crowds, and where possible avoided them. Everything in Christianity that matters is from individual to individual; collectivities belong to the Devil, and so easily respond to his persuasion. The Devil is a demagogue and sloganeer; Jesus was, and is, concerned with individual souls, with the Living Word. What he gives us is truth carried on the wings of love, not slogans carried on the thrust of power.

Never forget," a Stranger said to me once in the lobby of the Midland Hotel in Manchester, "that only dead fish swim with the stream.

Thriving isn't about making life comfortable, fun and happy; it's about finding purpose and making our own unique contribution.

Why am I as I am? To understand that of any person, his whole life, from Birth must be reviewed. All of our experiences fuse into our personality. Everything that ever happened to us is an ingredient.

Whether they are raised in indigenous or modern culture, there are two things that people crave: the full realization of their innate gifts, and to have these gifts approved, acknowledged, and confirmed. There are countless people in the West whose efforts are sadly wasted because they have no means of expressing their unique genius. In the psyches of such people there is an inner power and authority that fails to shine because the world around them is blind to it.

The record stated, I am the record

SHE IS ON RECORD, SHE IS THE RECORD!

It was because I was scared. Scared of standing out, scared of being invisible. Scared of seeming too big, scared of being too small.

Well, it's true. If she ever had an original thought it would die of loneliness.

What did Noughts see when they looked at me – a light-skinned Cross? What did Crosses see when they looked at me – a dark-skinned Nought? I had to stop seeing myself through anyone's eyes but my own. But

everyone else got lumped into the WAME category like we were all one big, homogenous mass and not worthy of distinct categorization.

She treated me like a real person. She didn't see me as just a colour

And in a world desperate to pigeon-hole and categorize and stereotype, she may feel forced to come down on one side or the other. And the truth is, she's both. And the truth is, she's neither.

Don't put words in my mouth. I'm sick of people putting words in my mouth.

This world is full of sheeple, not people, all longing to be told what to do, how to think. Sheeple who are lost without someone to follow. And you know the best part? Even when most of them know they're being led over a cliff, they'll still follow because it's less effort than thinking for themselves. It's the human condition.

There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality. Sure, I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny. Each of those things are just a small part of it. I collect information to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience.

To me, a painter, if not the most useful, is the least harmful member of our society.

I don't want to be here. I don't want to be fixed up with another one of your ideas of the perfect man. Contrary to popular belief, we all don't want to get fucked by the first thing that shows any interest in us. Besides, testosterone-driven sex machines with little to no brains do not appeal to me!

Wer in der Liebe Gottes bleibt, geht nicht den vorgeschriebenen Weg der Vortrefflichkeit in der Welt, sondern eigene, unverständliche, oft törichte Wege.