Quotes About Individuality

Then I read Little Women, and of course, like a lot of really young girls, I was very taken with Jo - Jo being the writer and the misfit.

It occurred to me looking around at all of your things and your work and going through years of work in my mind, that of all your work, you are still your most beautiful. The most beautiful work of all.

He took me in skeptically. "Darling, the ensemble is fabulous," he said, patting my hand, eyeing my black jacket, black tie, black silk shirt, and heavily pegged black satin pants, "but I'm not so sure about the white sneakers." "But they're essential to my costume." "Your costume? What are you dressed as?" "A tennis player in mourning.

From very early on in my childhood - four, five years old - I felt alien to the human race. I felt very comfortable with thinking I was from another planet, because I felt disconnected - I was very tall and skinny, and I didn't look like anybody else, I didn't even look like any member of my family.

I loved my coat and the cafe and my morning routine. It was the clearest and simplest expression of my solitary identity.

We broke our mother's heart and became ourselves. We proceeded to breathe and therefore to leave, drunken, astonished, each of us a god.

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine. I had written the line before as a declaration of existence, as a vow to take responsibility for my own actions.

This is it, this is mine.

Eu não conseguia me identificar com movimentos políticos. Quando tentava participar de algum, sentia-me tomada por outra forma de burocracia. Perguntava-me se alguma coisa que fazia tinha importância.

Nobody sees as we do, Patti

Christ died for somebody's sins / But not mine,

But his service was to art, not to church or country. His beads, dungarees, and sheepskin vest represented not the costume but an expression of freedom.

I have not sold myself to God. - Babelogue

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.

I was no actress; I drew no line between life and art.

I was my own lucky hand of solitaire.

Coloring excited him, not the act of filling in space, but choosing colors that no one else would select. In the green of the hills he saw red. Purple snow, green skin, silver sun. He liked the effect it had on others, that it disturbed his siblings.

The rich are different. Their wants are very high maintenance. They'll pick eye color and hair color, all the way down to what she does for a living, what school she went to. Their list can be extremely long. But at the end of the day, dating is dating, because they're human beings.

I've lived a life that's full, I traveled each and ev'ry highway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

All creative people need something to rebel against, it's what gives their lives excitement, and it's creative people who make the clients' lives exciting.

it's a rare day when she speaks in anything but platitudes--all those exhausted phrases and hand-me-down ideas that cram the dump sites of contemporary wisdom

and while all people were bound together by the common space they shared, their journeys through time were all different, which meant that each person lived in a slightly different world from everyone else.

Every man is the author of his own life.

Eighteen is a terrible age, and while I walked around with the conviction that I was somehow more grown-up than my classmates, the truth was that I had merely found a different way of being young.