Quotes About Individuality

Everyone has issues. And at the end of the day...you are who you are.

It was probably a function of getting older—I think we all become exaggerated versions of ourselves

I'm not really shy. I'm an introvert." I went on to explain the difference—the fact that being around people didn't make me uneasy, I just preferred to be alone most of the time.

It occurred to me that few things tell the story of a woman's life like her closet

If you are the only one afraid...you are the only one with sense

I saw Richelle turn her head to stare at him curiously. She always thought it was odd when people cared a lot about things. Sometimes I'd try and explain it to her. "It's like you care about clothes and stuff, Richelle," I'd say. But then she'd just look at me as if I was odd. That wasn't something she just cared about. It was life, to her, like breathing in and out. It couldn't be compared to anything else, in her opinion.

Nacemos solos en nuestra cabeza; vivimos solos allí; morimos solos. Los secretos, pues, a la tumba. Por un momento sentí deseos desesperados de no estar a solas...

I'm the family oddball, you see. Not a black sheep, I haven't done anything dreadful. They just don't know what to do with me, exactly.

It's a cheval, said Mick, huge eyed. ...A mindless, soulless, sexless shell, genderless as a baby doll, she said to me--at me--whoever she was talking to, it wasn't me. She didn't believe I existed.

Change for your own sake, if you must, not for what you imagine another will ask of you.

Maybe I'm a human, but I'm a me-and-Ma as well.

Ma's still nodding. You're the one who matters, though. Just you. I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.

It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made out of her cells so I'm kind of hers.

It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made out of her cells so I'm kind of hers. Also when I tell her what I'm thinking and she tells me what she's thinking, our each ideas jump into our other's head, like coloring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.

I thought humans were or weren't, I didn't know someone could be a bit human. Then what are his other bits?

I'd never believed the future was inscribed for each of us the day we were born. If anything was written in the stars, it was we who joined those dots, and our lives were the writing.

His plastic hand is up and he's waggling his fingers, I pretend I don't see. I'm not going to give him my fingers, I need them for me.

My names were hand-me-downs too: girl, the creature, or, most often, you there.

It's you that matters though, just you.

You, she thought. Every flawed, scrawny

If I ever got around to loving anyone else, I thought suddenly, it would have to be someone who would neither muffle my thunder nor steal it.

What's wrong with you, girl, that you would make yourself over again?

All this reverential—I'm not a saint." Ma's voice is getting loud again. "I wish people would stop treating us like we're the only ones who ever lived through something terrible. I've been finding stuff on the Internet you wouldn't believe.

I'd never believed the future was inscribed for each of us the day we were born. If anything was written in the stars, it was we who joined those dots, and our lives were the writing.