Quotes About Uniqueness

Everyone here thinks my interest is just a passing fancy, since they've never heard of a teenager with an appreciation of mythology. Well then, I guess I'm the first!

This is because having to obey one concept of right is inherently unjust. God has given each of us a unique sense of right, so when we are forced to live under someone else's for years and years, we run the risk of losing our own. But not everyone can be crushed. Sooner or later the longing for freedom is bound to assert itself.

Und dann schlafe ich mit dem verrückten Gefühl ein, anders sein zu wollen als zu sein oder anders zu sein als zu wollen oder vielleicht auch anders zu tun als zu wollen oder zu sein.

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.

Mark Twain said that Adam was the only man who, when he said a good thing, knew that nobody had said it before.

We are lovely as sparrows, and all sparrows are sweet. No one thinks, "That sparrow is kind of a loser, and boy, is that one letting herself go.

Everyone wants to be, in some way, unique, and can't realize that being unique is a responsibility as well as a privilege. You can't cure that. How

We're frightened of what makes us different.

There is no normal life. There is only life.

The world was one thing, but all people are not of it. Some are better than it, apart from it, more splendid, untouchable and pure.

Yes, you are right, those of us who are known to everyone today are romantics. We are. We are poets. But we are individuals, with an immense faith in the individual and a love of the individual.

I don't play by anybody's rules but my own.

It struck me how different were his green eyes from hers. His eyes were darker. There was no distinct circle of blackness around the irises and, indeed, the pupils did not stand out so clearly. Nevertheless they were beautiful eyes.

She was tall, and had kept her dark brown hair loose and long all her life, save for a leather barette such as she wore now, which held only her forelocks beneath her head to flow down her back. She wore gold hoops danging from her small earlobes, and her soft white summer clothes had a gypsy flare to them, perhaps because of the red scarf tied around the waist of her full cotton skirt.

No te das cuenta? Yo no soy el espíritu de mi época. Tengo problemas con todo y siempre los he tenido. ¡Nunca me he sentido a gusto en ninguna parte ni con nadie!

Yancey crawled from her tangled bed one morning and assembled her long limbs and sharp bones into something as exotic and seductive to the eye as a peacock or a griffin or a unicorn.

faculty that DeeDee had a voice just like Yma

Out of a human population on earth of four and a half billion, perhaps twenty people can write a book in a year. Some people lift cars, too. Some people enter week-long sled-dog races, go over Niagara Falls in a barrel, fly planes through the Arc de Triomphe. Some people feel no pain in childbirth. Some people eat cars. There is no call to take human extremes as norms.

A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.

I never saw a tree that was no tree in particular.

No child on earth was ever meant to be ordinary, and you can see it in them, and they know it, too, but then the times get to them, and they wear out their brains learning what folks expect, and spend their strength trying to rise over those same folks.

Face it, Tally-wa, you're Special.

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion. —Francis Bacon, Essays, Civil and Moral, "Of Beauty

Or maybe when they do the operation - when they grind and stretch your bones to the right shape, peel off your face and rub all your skin away, and stick in plastic cheekbones so you look like everybody else - maybe after going through all that you just aren't very interesting anymore.