Quotes About Individuality

I once complained to my father that I didn't seem to be able to do things the same way other people did. Dad's advice? "Margo, don't be a sheep. People hate sheep. They eat sheep.

I felt freed to please myself, to find my way as I would, in a world that was much vaster than I had realized before, in which I was but one star-gleam, one wavelet, among multitudes. My happiness mattered not a whit more than the next person's - or the next fish's, or the next grass-blade's! - and not a whit less.

She had a different kind of boldness, a strength that did not defy that of men so much as ignore it, or take its place without question beside it - Urdda wanted some of that boldness.

All good writers are weird. Proudly weird.

It's about who I am right now. That I have value and worth as a person just being who I am. I don't have to do things or achieve something for approval, for love. For you to love me.

I'm not something you fix like a broken plate or revise like a term paper. I'm a person. You love a person by accepting who they are, not constantly fixing them or trying to shape or change or teach them.

If you are a woman and dare to look within yourself, you are a Witch. You make your own rules. You are free and beautiful. You

Still, his question, "If there is only one model of individuation, can there be true individuality?

You can tell a lot about someone's personality by how he orders coffee. "Decaf please, skim milk, no sugar." That's the kind of a guy who goes through the car wash wearing a seat belt.

Great artists are people who find the way to be themselves in their art. Any sort of pretension induces mediocrity in art and life alike.

Before they're plumbers or writers or taxi drivers or unemployed or journalists, before everything else, men are men. Whether heterosexual or homosexual. The only difference is that some of them remind you of it as soon as you meet them, and others wait for a little while.

Motherhood brings as much joy as ever, but it still brings boredom, exhaustion, and sorrow too. Nothing else ever will make you as happy or as sad, as proud or as tired, for nothing is quite as hard as helping a person develop his own individuality especially while you struggle to keep your own.

Don't blindly follow any leader.

Our great mistake is to try to exact from each person virtues which he does not possess, and to neglect the cultivation of those which he has.

Okay, I'll wear the Bite Me shirt,[...]It'll be my standard response to any­one who tries to hit on me." I giggle. "Someone can come up and be like 'Hey babe, what's your sign?' and I'll just point to my shirt." Rayne laughs appreciatively and tosses me the tank top. "Of course they might think you're pointing to your boobs in a 'have at 'em, big boy' kind of way.

For the record, I would have made a very lousy romance heroine.

Yet if we are to take the Lacanian account of singularity seriously, we must admit that what really counts in life is not our ability to evade chaos, but rather our capacity to meet it in such a manner as to not be irrevocably broken or demolished.

On this view, it is not only how we die—or face the prospect of our mortality, as phenomenologists like to say—but also how we inhabit language that singularizes us, that gives our identities a distinctive resonance.

As Luce Iri- garay explains, "What makes me one, and perhaps even unique, is the fact that you are and I am not you.

The older I get, the more I realize that what other people think about me has little to do with who I am. … We can't change other people, and we can't force them to see us the way we would like to be seen.

The older I get, the more I realize that what other people think about me has little to do with who I am. All of us – Jews, Catholics, Lutherans, even the godless – will always be seen by others through their personal spectacles of perception.

We are made of awkward.

No one needs to see us for us to exist. No one needs to love us for us to exist. The sky is filled with light. The world is full of wonders.

Here's the truth of the world, here it is. You're never everything anyone else wants. In the end it's going to be you, all alone, on a mountain, or you, all alone, in a hospital room. Love isn't enough and you do it anyway. Love isn't enough and it's still this thing that everyone wants.