Quotes About Individuality

I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!

If you're going to lick the icing off somebody else's cake you won't be nourished and it won't do you any good, or you might find the cake had caraway seeds and you hate them.

Why must these people go on, and on, copying, copying fragments of old relics from extinct churches, and old tombs as though those were the best that could ever be, and it would be a sacrilege to beat them? Why didn't they want to out-do the best, instead of copying, always copying what had been done?

We were all very friendly but we were like 4 monarchs each doing their own thing.

Forgive me if I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the dandelions, make a sorry figure in a drawing room.

How dreary — to be — Somebody! How public — like a Frog — To tell one's name — the livelong June — To an admiring Bog!

We are the only poets," Emily told Susan, "and everyone else is prose.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door

How dreary—to be—Somebody!

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur – and my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves

And tho' the skies are crowded - And all the night ashine - I do not care about it - Since none of them are mine.

They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Because they liked me still – Still! Could themself have peeped – And seen my Brain – go round – They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason – in the Pound –

I am Nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?

Asiente—y serás cuerdo— Disiente—y de inmediato serás el peligroso— Y te pondrán Cadenas—

Être pour soi une aventure, Tel est le destin de l'âme, Suivie d'un seul lévrier : Sa propre identité.

Few get enough, ? enough is one ; To that ethereal throng Have not each one of us the right To stealthily belong ?

Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" – Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home – I – a Sparrow- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest

i mean, heather said, our bodies are just these things that we float around in. it's not like they belong to anyone

at keltner's deli, everything was somehow neutralized. they were girls. they were girls with odd names who smoked after school together and maybe sometimes alone.

How different this moment feels, for so many reasons. I tell myself that no two loves are identical - but that I don't have to compare anymore.

One way isn't better than the other; they're just different.

You see yourself as very average, ordinary. And there is nothing ordinary about you, Rachel. (Something Borrowed)

Which always raises the interesting question of whether redheads pursue other redheads in a narcissistic way, or simply, because they have no other choice, as nonredheads aren't interested.

My name is Kirby Rose, and I'm adopted. I don't mean to make it sound like an AA confession, although sometimes that's how people take it, like it's something they should be supportive about. I just mean that they are two basic facts about me.