Quotes About Individuality

No one had ever said anything like that to Evie. Her parents always wanted to advise or instruct or command. They were good people, but they needed the world to bend to them, to fit into their order of things. Evie had never really quite fit, and when she tried, she'd just pop back out, like a doll squeezed into a too-small box.

I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.

They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?

sometimes a little crazy is all you need

Simplifying people was a way of not having to think too much about them, to make them fit into your own story. People were inconvenient, though. Behind the idea of a person you constructed to suit yourself, the people you loved had their own stories- whole worlds going on inside- and you ignored them at your peril.

You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper.

Even Evie believed in something, that something being Evie a lot of the time.

What I can't figure out is why you gotta make yourself crackers trying to be somebody you can't ever be instead of just letting yourself be the one and only Evie O'Neill.

Stache off- there is nothing wrong with you,..that can't be fixed.

my mom's al like sparkle sparkle sparkle and I'm all like sparkle yourself

Sinjin was sitting bare-chested with Petra's blue feather boa wrapped around his neck and draped over his shoulder. His long dark curls had been teased and sprayed into a sexy mane. Heavy black eyeliner rimmed his eyes. "Am I not gorgeous? I want to snog myself. I'm like a postmodern Lord Byron." "You put the ironic in Byronic," Petra quipped. "Well said, luv.

Nicole hated that she could never quite feel like she was just herself, just Nicole, but that she was somehow representing an entire race. That's how they saw her, as a "they" and not a "she.

Don't tell anybody, but sometimes, I just don't want to sparkle.

Miss New Mexico stared, dumbfounded. Stand out? Stand out? I have a freaking tray stuck in my forehead! She broke into fresh sobs. Taylor clapped for attention. Miss New Mexico, let's not get all down in the bummer basement where the creepy things live. There are people in heathen China who don't even have airline trays. We have a lot to be grateful for.

I love you for who you are, not for who the world thinks you should be.

What was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?

People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.

It was not a curse to fully inhabit your body.

The citizens rise and wash, shave and brush. They don stockings and dresses, pants, shirts, and suspenders. They button up their need. Affix their aspirations. Tuck histories neatly inside drawers, creating themselves as they go, a rhapsody of reinvention.

Nobody wants to be themselves. That's why there's TV. So you know what to want and who to be.

This is what they have in place of freedom—time and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless.

Well, I mean, all the best people have a little beast in them.

Did everyone from your little Hans Christian Andersen village look the same?

Oh, Evie, you're too much,' people said, and it wasn't complementary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time.