Quotes About Individuality

My boyfriend calls me 'princess', but I think of myself more along the lines of 'monkey' and 'retard'.

Se quitó el 'de' de su apellido de casada y lo tiró por encima del hombro. Al caer, el 'de' produjo un estallido de cacerolas de aluminio rodando por las escaleras de la casa: pram pata pram porque la mujer no es propiedad de nadie, ni siquiera del marido pram pram.

I'm making a statement about conformity." For or against?" That's for the viewer to decide. I'm an artist, not a preacher." Agnes Phiffer & Osbert Monk in The Grub-and-Stakers Spin a Yarn

Unlike the fairy tale princes, real men do not like having to save someone.

Trotseer ze, Bloem-Alice-Claire. Bied weerstand aan hun overheersing. Daar ben je sterk genoeg voor. Je bent altijd een rebel geweest, altijd op zoek naar verklaringen waar anderen de dingen klakkeloos accepteerden... Je hebt nooit toegegeven, liefje, je bent nooit met de kudde meegehobbeld. - Al

At the danger of waxing nostalgic about the 'old days,' I don't want to be like everyone else. I want acceptance, but I want acceptance of my difference, not my sameness. It's a funny contract. The cultural machine wants to chew everyone up and turn them into this uniform little substance.

Cadvan smiled. "We are all many," he said. "But most of us don't have the privilege of understanding that as clearly as you do. It is hard to know oneself, but until we do, we cannot know why we act as we do. It's a lifetime's quest, and it never ends.

Triple tongued is triple named

The good thing about living alone is, you can say things out loud without worrying about how crazy they sound.

Grounded her for two months. Her dad thought it excessive. We smoked pot when we were that age, Matt said, missing the point. Yes, we smoked pot when we were fourteen, but Emily wasn't us. She was better than us.

Never feel bad for being assertive, speaking your mind, and putting your foot down. What you think is anger, others see as a good solid display of self-esteem.

Virginia and Vanessa were often thought scruffy. Vanessa rapidly decided that untidiness and dirt were infinitely preferable to being 'a Town Lady'; the writer Rebecca West thought Virginia always looked as if she had been pulled through a hedge backwards.

As I walked by myself And talked to myself, Myself said unto me, Look to thyself, Take care of thyself, For nobody cares for thee.

She wouldn't be sad, she didn't care if she were ugly; she had accepted her wistful elfin face as she accepted the birds and trees, as something which was part of the earth.

She had already decided that, when she grew up, she was going to do whatever she pleased and not let anyone order her about.

We want men to admire us for our courage, our characters, and our intellect, not just our beauty.

There are too many Dudleys already in this world

And perhaps I have tried too hard to be someone else without realizing at first what I presently am.

Individuality, therefore, harbours its own enemy at home.'2

What poor substitutes for real diversity are the wild rainbows of dyed hair and other external differences that tell the observer nothing about what is inside.

In the tightest communities, at least since the days of Odysseus, there is something in man that wants out and senses that his development is stunted by being just a part of a whole, rather than a whole itself. And in the freest and most independent situations men long for unconditional attachments. The tension between freedom and attachment, and attempts to achieve the impossible union of the two, are the permanent condition of man.

Psychology finds causes of creativity that blur the difference between a Raphael and a finger painter. Everything is in that difference, which necessarily escapes our science.

No real teacher can doubt that his task is to assist his pupil to fulfill human nature against all the deforming forces of convention and prejudice.

He, the true writer, is the department store dummy at the very center of the whole establishment, the one left alone on display all night, a price tag stapled to every piece of clothing they've yanked onto him, binoculars and frog flippers included. He is the neutral, generic human form, the gray center who must always assume disguises — in order to be seen and, therefore, to feel himself.