Quotes About Individuality

Be content with your own life, my friend, and live it well. Let others decide for themselves what path they will follow.

woman is more than mother, more than daughter, more than wife. Those are the facets of a full life, but no single facet defines the jewel.

Be true to yourself. Do what you want to do. Be your own person. Make the most of your life because it's your life..." Uncle Bob to Christy

Do you see how we're drinking out of lovely, uniquely decorated china cups? Mine is different from yours, but they're both fine china. We're not drinking our tea out of Styrofoam or throwaway paper cups. It's like that with you. You're not a Styrofoam or throwaway paper girl. God made you to be a lovely, uniquely designed, fine china cup. That's how He sees you, and that's how I see you.

Sierra felt full of hope and confidence in God. She knew who she was. And she knew Whose she was. Whatever mysterious plan God had for her life, it would be an interesting one. As Christy had said earlier, God writes a different story for each person. Sierra decided hers might not be a bestseller or even a thriller. It certainly wasn't a romance. But it was turning into a fine mystery. And she could live with that.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's that God is a very creative author, and He writes a different story for every person. No two lives or stories alike.

Travel is very subjective. What one person loves, another loathes.

Nobody can be entirely protected from the mishaps of life. If anything should happen to Lee—and it would be the end of me if it did—I would still feel that I did the right thing for him. Success or failure, he is fulfilling his destiny. We all have only one life, some are short and some are long. He loves life and wants a little more out of it than to follow convention out of fear of what others may think, or to be just another face in the crowd that follows the herd.

I'd been a long way from the campus but sometimes I felt the vibrations of my peer group. I understood some of the reasons for their revolt. Wasn't my voyage prompted by the same longings for freedom, the same desire to get out of the rut an routine, to prove something to myself - to prove perhaps that a kid doesn't have to be boxed in until he is a mental and spiritual dummy in a business suit?

One of her nice dresses. What her mother meant was something more fashionable. Molly favored dark skirts and simple white blouses. Clothing that was practical and allowed her to move and breathe. Ruth Everton wanted her daughter in handsome suits with gathered flounces and lots of fringe, and a corset that laced her into the perfect S shape that fashion demanded. Forget breathing altogether.

The big difference between my mom and me-- besides the fact that she is dead normal and I'm a magic-handling freak-- is that she's the real thing. She may have a slight problem seeing other people's points of view, but she's honest about it. She's a brass-bound bitch because she believes she knows best. I'm a brass-bound bitch because I don't want anyone getting close enough to find out what a whiny little knot of naked nerve endings I really am.

Women are not inherently passive or peaceful. We're not inherently anything but human.

So she begins to love herself, to love her own flesh, to love her own genius. She begins to deserve herself.

She is not deterred by Margaret Thatcher. She is in fact bored at having Margaret Thatcher thrown at her; she knows men will pounce upon such an example because it has been cloned in their own image and is so much an exception to the rule.

She thinks: I resent being different from men when men are defining that difference. She thinks: Do I resent being different from men when I and other women are defining the difference? Do I resent that difference if a singular power is not at work to enforce it, but our multiple powers are at work to explore it?

Women are not inherently passive or peaceful. We're not inherently anything but human.

True acceptance of an individual as he is, without trying to change him through encouragement or manipulation or coercion, is a very high form of love, and very difficult for most of us to practice.

Maybe he's my clone. Are they cloning humans yet? Eli, I don't know. He's living my life. He's walking in my shoes on his way to my job, living my life. Did he steal my life? Maybe I'm sitting somewhere in a padded room right now. "Careful there, honey," the kind nurse is saying to my slack jawed, vacant expression. "You're drooling all over your straitjacket ..

There are more colors in the crayon box than black and white, hotshot," she countered. "Everyone's got their own agenda, and I do mean everyone. And it's rarely the one they let you see. But

My mama told me in college, 'I love you, and you're God's child, but natural beauty will only take you so far.'

Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. That's why I always give people the benefit of the doubt; it's one of my rules to live by.

I was marching to the beat of my own drummer, and I was clearly out of step with reality.

What the society thinks is of no interest to me. All that's important is how I see myself. I know who who I am. I know the value of my work.

The most important thing each of us can know is our unique gift and how to use it in the world. Individuality is cherished and nurtured, because, in order for the whole to flourish, each of us has to be strong in who we are and carry our gifts with conviction, so they can be shared with others.