Quotes About Uniqueness

But that's the thing about mental illness; there's no such thing as a cookie-cutter diagnosis. We're all crazy in our own special way. Some of us just have it worse than others.

The girl with the pictures on her skin

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. —Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

We're all crazy in our own special way. Some of us just have it wore than others.

We're all crazy in our own special way. Some of us just have it worse than others.

I saw myself.... In the time I watched, I saw strength—and frailty. Pride and vanity, courage and fear. Of wisdom, a little. Of folly, much. Of intentions, many good ones; but many more left undone. In this, alas, I saw myself a man like any other. But this, too, I saw.... Alike as men may seem, each is different as flakes of snow, no two the same. You told me you had no need to seek the Mirror, knowing you were Annlaw Clay-Shaper. Now I know who I am: myself and none other. I am Taran.

Gay!' he chirped. 'Gay!' It was the way he said his own name.

No one mentioned such things; it was not a rule, but was considered rude to call attention to things that were unsettling or different about individuals.

He had seen a birthday party, with one child singled out and celebrated on his day, so that now he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.

They were arranged by their original numbers, the numbers they had been given at birth. The numbers were rarely used after the Naming. But each child knew his number, of course. Sometimes parents used them in irritation at a child's misbehavior, indicating that mischief made one unworthy of a name. Jonas always chuckled when he heard a parent, exasperated, call sharply to a whining toddler, ''That's enough, Twenty-three!

FOR THE first time in his twelve years of life, Jonas felt separate, different.

Yes, she dyes the threads and then she makes pictures from them. No one else can do it. She has like a magic touch, they say. And they want her for that." "She would be honored in Village.

he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.

Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.

I've never walked the same path other people found comfortable and I'm not going to start now.

I am what I am and cannot be otherwise because of the shadows.

Perhaps eccentricity is an area I haven't explored sufficiently.

You either have to be first, best, or different.

Eventually I knew what hair wanted; it wanted to be itself . . . to be left alone by anyone, including me, who did not love it as it was." —ALICE WALKER

In general, people were not road maps. People were not hieroglyphs or books. They were not stories. A person was a collection of accidents. A person was an infinite pile of rocks with things growing underneath.

This is not a restaurant. Restaurants serve different things from this.

Man, all music is folk music. You ain't never heard no horse sing a song, have you?

For reasons I have yet to define, Signor Arpelli stood out from his colleagues. The curled brim of his hat, perhaps. A certain mingling of gravity and levity- I thought the masks of Janus had merged in his eyes.

to believe there's so many dogs that all look the same.' Nancy smiled to herself. Red Dog was everybody's dog now