Quotes About Individuality

My whole life I've run either three times faster than everyone else or three times slower.

No." Bren is shaking her head so hard and fast, it looks as if she's having a seizure. "You don't dress to please a girl-- especially not a girl like that. You dress to please yourself. If she doesn't like you for you, then you don't need her.

It's easy to give everyone what they want. What's expected. The problem with doing this is you lose sight of where you truly begin and where the fake you, the one who tries to be everything to everyone, ends.

He did look at his photos and decided he didn't like any of them: all that black and white, all that same old stuff, characters trying to be characters. He said, Are you trying to be a character?

I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it. He sounds like a dock. Lord Sundron put in. Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning, Linnet said a dock might be just the thing for me.

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself.

Jacob, my old friend came first. he was sad. I shouted down to him, The stake, old friend of a lifetime, do something! But we all sit on one, was his reply. I don't see you on one, I objected. And we see nobody else's either. Each of us is alone, on his own stake. This is the stake we share.

They have so smothered me in their middle-class refinement that I don't know how there can be any blood left in my veins. I lowered my eyes, put on a dismal, silly expression, just like them; I was just as dead-and-alive as they were.

Never subject to the rules, believing that the correct judgement and healthy nature keep her in the honesty she lived in.

She had not taken her hat off, and she wore a dark dress of an indecisive color midway between puce and goose dripping.

Est-ce qu'une femme a besoin de savoir jouer et chanter ? Ah ! mon petit, tu es trop bête... Nana a autre chose, parbleu ! et quelque chose qui remplace tout.

Cet audacieux dont on s'est moqué, a des procédés fort sages, et si ses oeuvres ont un aspect particulier, elles ne le doivent qu'à la façon toute personnelle dont il aperçoit et traduit les objets.

What was Art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? ... Wasn't a bunch of carrots, yes, a bunch of carrots, studied directly and painted simply, personally, as you see it yourself, as good as any of the run-of-the-mill, made-to-measure Ecole des Beaux-Arts stuff, painted with tobacco juice? The day was not far off when one solitary, original carrot might be pregnant with revolution! (35)

no me gusta vivir esclava de los moños, me arreglo lo posible, todo lo que cabe, sin derrochar un tiempo que debo dedicar a cosas mejores. Para

I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

He's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being.

I'm not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve .

Sea cual fuere la sustancia de la que están hechas las almas, la suya y la mía son idénticas

I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing happiness. It ended. Well, we must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering- and it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the one's interest was not in the chief consideration in the other's thoughts.

My great thought is in himself. If all else perished and he remained I should still continue to be and if all else remained and he were annihilated the universe would turn into a mighty stranger. I would not seem apart of it.

Se tutto il resto perisse e lui restasse, io continuerei a essere; e, se tutto il resto persistesse e lui venisse annientato, l'universo mi diverrebbe estraneo; non mi sembrerebbe di esserne parte.

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

You have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?