Quotes About Individuality

Ena Mercant didn't believe in flaws or perfection. "We are who we are and we are strong" was her oft-stated motto. It was a motto that had been passed down from one head of the family to the next in an unbroken line.

Sahara's jaw set in a stubborn line familiar to him from her childhood. "You may carry his genes," she said, "but you are not and never will be Enrique's son." A passionate negation that vibrated with cold fury. "If you were, you wouldn't find pleasure in touching me with care, only in causing me pain." Pressing her fingers to his lips, she shook her head. "You're Kaleb. That is your identity.

Your behavior isn't conforming to your known psychological profile.

She gave a frustrated little cry. "Everyone thinks I should be wrapped up in cotton wool and babied-when I'm not being pitied, that is! But I'm no tame housecat. I never have been. What was done to me didn't alter that. I'm attracted to Judd's strength-give me a nice gentle puppy dog of a man and I'd drive him to tears within the hour.

Our laws might seem harsh but we're not inhuman. We treasure every unique individual. We make room for difference.

Sure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?" "Did I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?" "I do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.

There was just one problem—he didn't want any other woman. He wanted the violet-eyed soldier who had, completely justifiably, told him to fuck off.

In a world of those who follow the rules without deviation those who innovate even in the shadows, will rule. Never be a carbon copy." -Ena

We don't choose our parents. And their mistakes aren't our own. You are what you make yourself—don't ever forget that.

I am more than a face and a body. I am Hira. But no one wishes to know Hira.

Flaws make us who we are, Ivy. Without them, we might as well be made of plas, featureless and indistinct. Never ever be ashamed of your flaws.

Naasir wasn't dark inside . . . but he was alone. The only one of his kind in the entire world. He had friends, had family, but he had no one who was like him. Mating wouldn't change that, but it would give him a person who belonged to him just as much as he belonged to her. And maybe one day, they'd have a cub and there would be another like him in the world.

In a world of those who follow the rules without deviation," Ena had added, "those who innovate even in the shadows, will rule. Never be a carbon copy.

Even she hair itself rough and wiry; long black knotty locks springing from she scalp and corkscrewing all the way down she back... The only thing soft about Tan-Tan is she big molasses-brown eyes that could look on you, and your heart would beat time...

My vigor, vitality, and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I would run from.

A woman without a past is like a fruitcake without brandy—insipid!

Anthropology is the science which tells us that people are the same the whole world over-except when they are different.

A women needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle

He is just different. That is all." She looked perplexed, but said, "Different is good. Different is wonderful.

I am my own tapestry, then, made as I could for myself. Some holes in my fabric have been made by others, some torn by chance. Missing threads in the weave represent all those I have loved who died so long before me

It is strange to have this little girl who is my own flesh and blood and yet she seems so separate from me.

want to wear scarlet velvet and slippers and lace gloves and ride in a stage instead of wearing calluses on my hands driving a team like a man. It is not her fault. She is right. The Lord looks on the inside, although people look on the outside. That man is measuring cloth

No one can tell the difference between a clone and a human. That's because there isn't any difference. The idea of clones being inferior is a filthy lie.

The primary rule is always that a mother can't go wrong, ever, by encouraging her child after age one and a half to be as individuated and separated as possible. If she was not as good a mother before as she would like to have been, she must get over her guilty desires to overcompensate, and place herself on the side of the child's developing