Quotes About Individuality

I have been her kind.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burdens, his own way.

Poets should ignore most criticism and get on with making poetry.

I can't be good ALL the time.

Lets ignore our mothers' well-meant advice.

A long marriage is two people trying to dance a duet and two solos at the same time.

You MUST know You to do YOU!

There were so many Jacks she had known, and he had known so many Hazels. And maybe she wasn't going to be able to know all the Jacks that there would be. But all the Hazels that ever would be would have Jack in them, somewhere.

She could have taken root. She wanted to be a Rose, somebody's Rose, their Rose—and she would have been company for the flowers. She had new memories to give them, new people to tell them of, people who would help tend to them and keep them. But they warned her. They saved her. Hazel was nobody's Rose. For better or for worse.

He squeezed Steve's shoulder possessively. "Oh, Zero. He is not you, I must admit. He does not have your bravery, your nobility, your je ne sais quoi, and all he talks about is this magical place called 'Canada'.

There are ways to do things, ways to act with people, and I do not understand them. I cannot understand what people mean when they talk. I do not do things right. I do not feel things right. I do not see things right. I am not...I'm not made of the same thing as everyone else.' The baker took in a deep breath. 'I think if you'll look around, my boy,' he said gently, 'you'll find that no one is quite right. But we all do the best we can.

she wore weird baggy clothes and seemed like the sort of person who might tesser in some dark and stormy night.

You see," the lord explained, "everyone else has them. You wouldn't want your child to be the only one who had flaws. What would it be like for them?

Were Here, another story for you: Once upon a time there were two sisters, twins, who came into the world looking just the same. Some said it

That was before Iris understood that there is a difference between the things you have in your head and the things you present to the world—that sometimes you have to fit yourself into certain shapes, ones other people can easily name.

I'm not really made for people." Callie exhaled. "You're not made at all, Oscar. Don't you see? After everything that's happened this week? You get to do the making.

I've multiplied, I'm 2. He was part of me he came out of me, he took a part of me He took me apart. I'm 2, he's my art, no, he's separate. He art one. I'm not done & I'm still one. I sing of my son. I've multiplied. My heart's in 2, half to him & half to you, who are also a part of him, & you & he & I make trio of kind congruity.

Tugs used to think that everyone's name was in the dictionary, and when she had realized it was only hers, both Tugs and Button, she felt suddenly fond and possessive of it, as if this book were put here for her guidance alone.

Et, figurez-vous que je danse aussi! Et je me contrefiche d'avoir l'air d'un ours ou d'un hippopotame, vous devriez essayer. Même si on ne rattrape jamais le temps perdu, on peut décider de ne plus en perdre.

Is that what they think, then? That loners have no friends?

APART. Such a simple concept. So concrete. So easy to represent on charts or diagrams with dots and pushpins either in or out. Yet real life is not dots. Some of us appear to be in, but we are out. And that is where we want to be. Not just want but need, the way tuna need the sea. Simple: an orientation, not just a choice. A fact. To paraphrase that Boston song, more than a feeling. We are loners. Which means we are at our best, as Orsino says in Twelfth Night, when least in company.

Generalization is impossible. It is an insult.