Quotes About Individuality

Were I a woman, I would all day long Sing my own beauty in some holy song, Bend low before it, hushed and half afraid, And say 'I am a woman' all day long.

For he was a man and he was alone and these things had no importance to him.

And suddenly he thought, I'm the abnormal one now. Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.

Siempre, a pesar de todo, había deseado encontrar a un semejante: hombre, mujer, niño, no importaba. Sin la incesante influencia de las masas, el sexo perdía rápidamente importancia. En cambio, la soledad seguía en primera línea.

Todos volvieron hacia Neville los rostros pálidos. Neville los observó serenamente. Y de pronto comprendió. Yo soy el anormal ahora. La normalidad es un concepto mayoritario. Norma de muchos, no de un solo hombre.

Birden, ÅŸimdi anormal olan benim, diye düÅŸündü. Normallik bir çoÄŸunluk kavram?yd?, çoÄŸunluÄŸun standard?, sadece bir insan?n deÄŸil.

Besdies, to turn me ladylike might have rendered me useless and possibly ornamental.

Conformity is the enemy of friendship

The Shambaughs came, bringing Letty. She simpered up to me. Her eyes summed up the lace tippets on my Princess dress and the wide taffeta sash that was cutting me in half. Well, Blossom, just look at you! she said in her mother's own grown-up voice. I have always said a good dress will cover up any flaw. Then you had better get one like it, I replied.

What makes my life my own is ultimately the sheer fact that it is mine to live, mine to make something of, in the face of my possible non-existence. Every other possibility is something that I may be free not to do, and that someone else may be able to do just as well as I can. But my death is a possibility that necessarily faces me alone: no one can face it for me.

Life itself is a spectrum disorder, where each of us vibrated at some unique frequency in the continuous rainbow.

Life is something we need to stop correcting. My boy was a pocket universe I could never hope to fathom. Every one of us is an experiment, and we don't even know what the experiment is testing.

When removed from their kind, individual human beings can change in remarkable ways .

They are, in fact, like nothing but themselves. They are the crowns of five white spruces laden with cones, bending in the wind as they do every day of their existence. Likeness is the sole problem of men.

Art is not a mobocracy. It's a republic.

Maybe they're not scared of different. Maybe they're scared of same. If we turn out to be too much like them, who can they be?

The pen moves; the ideas form, as if by spirit hand. Something shines out, a truth so self-evident that the words dictate themselves. We're cashing in a billion years of planetary savings bonds and blowing it on assorted bling. And what Douglas Pavlicek wants to know is why this is so easy to see when you're by yourself in a cabin on a hillside, and almost impossible to believe once you step out of the house and join several billion folks doubling down on the status quo.

Crazy is a species under no threat at all.

We scientists are taught never to look for ourselves in other species. So we make sure nothing looks like us!

A guy in a dirty suit jacket and shorts, his hair bound up in a bungee cord, cuts behind her on the sidewalk, talking out loud: voices or cell phone—choose your schizophrenia.

People mean to drag her violently back into what people mistakenly call the world.

The several hundred kinds of hawthorn laugh at the single name they're forced to share.

Independent thought—a power of attraction all its own.

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