Quotes About Individuality

As she rattles on, about Violet, about Gemma Sterling, about the Bartlett Dirt, I don't say anything else. I suddenly don't want Bren or Charlie to talk about Violet, because I want to keep her to myself, like the Christmas I was eight—back when Christmases were still good—and got my first guitar, which I named No Trespassing, as in no one could touch it but me.

these kids who never did anything to anyone except be born with different brains and different wiring

Maybe it's better that she's locked away from the rest of the world. Maybe she's not cut out to live like other people with other people. Maybe she belongs in that house forever.

All this time, I thought it was her weight that made me see her. But it's not her weight at all. It's her.

I like to think that the colors and sounds and words have nothing to do with him, that they're all me and my own brilliant, complicated, buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, godlike brain" -Finch

But he's kind of... extreme. Like he came to school one day painted head-to-toe red, and it wasn't even Spirit Week. He told some people that he was protesting racism and others he was protesting the consumption of meat. Junior year he wore a cape every day for an entire month, cracked a chalkboard in half with a desk, and stole all the dissecting frogs from the science wing and gave them a funeral before burying them in the baseball field.

But the great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody" -Finch

I've had to work really fucking hard to learn everyone, and even if skin color and hair color help me find people, that's not who they are to me. It's not about that. It's about the important things, like the way their face lights up when they laugh, or the way they move as they're walking toward you, or the way their freckles create a map of the stars.

If hypothetically, I did love you, though, it's not because I see you, and Oh well, at least I can see her, so I might as well love her. I'm pretty sure I see you because I love you. And yeah, I guess I love you because I see you, as in I see you, Libby, as in all of you, as in every last amazing thing.

Everyone know of him. Some people hate him because they think he's weird and he gets into fights and gets kicked out of school and does what he wants. Some people worship him because he's weird and he gets into fights and gets kicked out of school and does what he wants.

Except that only small people- the inside-small kind- don't like you to be big.

This girl," I tell Rachel. "That's not what I look like. That's not who I am." I have a feeling Rachel will get this because she pretended to be straight all through high school, even though she figured out she was a lesbian when she was in eighth grade. I say it again, "That's not me." Her eyes light up. "Great. Let's see if we can find her.

People can be great, but they can also be lousy. I am often lousy. But not completely lousy. You, Libby Strout, are great.

You are all the colors in one, at full brightness" -Finch

You are the most amazing person I've ever met. You're different. You're you. Always. Who else can say that except maybe Seth Powell, and he's an idiot. You, Libby Strout, are not an idiot.

She is oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, calcium and phosphorus. The same elements that are inside the rest of us, but I can't help thinking that she's more than that and she's got other elements going on that no one's ever heard of, ones that make her stand apart from everyone else.

Who cares for Algebra? Who delights in solving math? I only want to live my life Along the creative path.

I want to get away from the stigma they all clearly feel just because they have a n illness of the mind as opposed to, say, an illness of the lungs or blood. I want to get away from all the labels, "I'm OCD," "I'm depressed," "I'm a cutter," they say, like these are the things that define them.

I've always been different, but to me different is normal.

You dress to please yourself. If she doesn't like you for you, then you don't need her.' All of this would be fine if I knew exactly who me for me was.

Besides, I kind of like my face intact like this, two eyes, one nose, one mouth, a full set of teeth, which, if I'm being honest, is one of my better features.

Be the person I'm meant to be and have that be enough.

Writing was what I did best, better than being a daughter or girlfriend or sister. Writing was me.