Quotes About Individuality

Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

I used to be someone. Someone named Jenna Fox. That's what they tell me. But I am more than a name. More than they tell me. More than the facts and statistics they fill me with. More than the video clips they make me watch. More . But I'm not sure what.

Ragged clothes?" He grabbed my hand and examined it. "Chipped nails? Those aren't enough to disguise what's inside. You'll always be you, Lia. You can't run from that.

But I am more than a name. More than they tell me

Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.

I was afraid of all the lost choices I would never be able to make, and that for the rest of my life someone would always be telling me what to do or say or think, even when I had better ideas of my own. I was afraid of never being anything but what suited others and being pushed and prodded until I fit the mold they shoved me into and I forgot who I was and what I wanted.

They placed me on a pedestal from the day I was born! What choice did I have but to be perfect!

As we got older, their mischiefs continued to be shrugged off, but mine were not, and I knew from that point that I was measured from a different stick than my brothers.

It was as if no one noticed my strengths or interests. I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold... The last few years, I hadn't measured up in any way, and the more they pushed, molded, and silenced me, the more I wanted to be heard.

Being like everyone else is highly overrated.

My strengths are not your strengths.

grabbed my dagger and prayed for Adeline's forgiveness as I altered the dress she had lent me, and Vilah's forgiveness too as I pried free a long piece of chain from her chain-mail belt. I would attend the party just as he had asked, but I would attend as the person I was—not the one he wanted me to be.

I am not a tomato

I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold.

My face is full, but also slight, I pale in the bright of light, I whisper sweet to the forest owl, I kiss the air with Wolf's sad howl, Eyes follow me from sea to sea, Yet alone in this world... I will ever be.

Assisted and attended by her younger sister Laura, who was a kind of slave to her - a very colourless young lady in mind, capable of no such thing as an original opinion, and in person a pale replica of her sister.

Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour from the outer world.

We don't care how they do it in New York.

You were many wonderful things to many people before you met him--don't let this one event define who you are.

The man who stands in dependence on another is no longer a man at all, he has lost his standing, he is nothing but the possession of another man.

An artist is a conduit for a vision that is as uniquely her own as a fingerprint, and unrecognizable until it appears.

I put in no claims either for happiness, for gratification, or even for the common comforts of life: yet, surely, I had a right to exist!