Quotes About Individuality

But here, surrounded by friends who wanted her, she recognized for the first time that there was only one voice that truly mattered. Only one she had to listen to. Her own.

A pretty girl must please the world. But an ugly girl? She's free to please herself.

An escape can become escapism before we even know it. Books are wonderful things, but you can't live in someone else's story. You have to live your own story.

Sometimes the things that make us all wrong is the thing that make us perfect

She questioned everything and was obedient to only one thing—her heart.

And so the world reduces us, all three of us, to our lowest common denominator.

I was a woman alone, yet never lonely. I was enough for myself. Nay, more than enough; I was a feast. Had Henry known, I would surely have gone to the block. To be happy without him was the highest of treasons. [Anna of Cleves]

They can tell you everything you're not but they can't make you believe it.- only you can do that.

How could she explain to them what her swashbuckler clothes meant to her?... She saw herself - being braver and stronger than she'd ever thought she could be.

What can I say? I merely wish to smoke. Sparky can forgive that. You, on the other hand, wish to know things. And no one can forgive a girl for that.

This world, the people in it - my mother, Tantine - they sort us. Put us in crates. You are an egg. You are a potato. You are a cabbage. They tell us who we are. What we will do. What we will be." "Because they're afraid. Afraid of what we could be," Tavi said. "But we let them do it!" Hugo said angrily. "Why?" Tavi gave him a rueful smile. "Because we're afraid of what we could be, too.

Being different was not something that was tolerated in cheeses.

She doesn't get to tell my story. I do.

As her gaze traveled over the faces on the other side, she realized that it wasn't only a person's strengths but their flaws, that made them truly beautiful.

Isabelle had a strong will. She did not know that this was a good thing for a girl to have, because everyone had always told her it was a terrible thing. Everyone said a girl with a strong will would come to a bad end. Everyone said a girl's will must be bent to the wishes of those who know what's best for her. Isabelle was young, only sixteen; she had not yet learned that everyone is a fool.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

He looked over at me. "Indigo," he said. "Cyan". He glanced at the road in front of him, glanced at me. He reached over and ran his fingers down one of the darkest strands in the back, where I'd used a little purple. "Violet.

And on a personal level,my boyfriend and I love eachother enough,and we have enough respect for each other, that we're bigger than that." I laughed."Nick and I are not bigger than that.We are very,very small." Daisy nodded. "And then,of course, there's the fact that I'm prettier than my boyfriend. He may fly higher,but I look better doing it." She turned around backward. "I mean, even in these snow pants,check out my ass.

Boys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses.

Mr. Rush said to Drew, "I think I see what the matter is. You were the youngest child. The irresponsible black sheep of the Morrow Mafia. Now, without warning, you're Jan Brady." "Who?" Drew asked. "The middle child from The Brady Bunch," I said. "The pretty one?" Drew asked. "No," Mr. Rush and I said together.

When does a fake Mohawk become a real Mohawk? Who decides? How do you know if it's happened?

and the question is, which one is really "you

What he needed was to find fifty more people like him, who had stopped being themselves without realizing it.

The fact that so many thoughts could have gone through my head in 3.36 seconds is testament to the infinitude of an individual consciousness. There is no end to it, no way to measure it. Consciousness is like the cosmos multiplied by the number of people alive in the world (assuming that consciousness dies when we do, and it may not) because each of our minds is a cosmos of its own: unknowable, even to ourselves.