Quotes About Uniqueness

If writers only wrote about things everybody knew, what the hell would be the point of writing?

Every person has their own colour.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. That's the world of hicks and slobs. Real people would be ashamed of themselves doing that.

I wonder how it turns out that we all lead such different lives. Take you and your sister, for example. You're born to the same parents, you grow up in the same household, you're both girls. How do you end up with such wildly different personalities?...One puts on a bikini like little semaphore flags and lies by the pool looking sexy, and the other puts on her school bathing suit and swims her heart out like a dolphin...

Why are you staring at me?" she'd ask. "'Cause you're pretty," I'd reply. "You're the first one who's ever said that." "I'm the only one who knows," I'd tell her. "And believe me, I know.

A face is like reading a palm. More than the features you're born with, a face is gradually formed over the passage of time, through all the experiences a person goes through, and no two faces are alike.

I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives – they're the ones you have to watch out for.

The curious thing about individuals is that their singularity always goes beyond any category or generalization in the book.

Tolstoy's famous line, all happiness is alike, but each pain is painful in its own way.

I know I'm a little different from everyone else, but I'm still human being. That's what I'd like you to realize. I'm just a regular person, not some monster. I feel the same things everyone else does, act the same way. Sometimes, though, that small difference feels like an abyss. But I guess there's not much I can do about it.

No two human beings are alike; it's a question of identity. And what is identity? The cognitive system arisin' from the aggregate memories of that individual's past experiences. The layman's word for this is the mind. Not two human beings have the same mind. At the same time, human beings have almost no grasp of their own cognitive systems. I don't, you don't, nobody does. All we know—or think we know—is but a fraction of the whole cake. A mere tip of the icing.

About half the people in the world dislike their own name.

We're human, after all, and everybody's got something a little off somewhere.

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves

Si leyera lo mismo que los demás, acabaría pensando como ellos.

I can't imagine finding anybody to take your place. You might not find a person that easily, but you could probably find a way without too much trouble, Aomama noted. The dowager looked at Aomame calmly, her lips forming a satisfied smile. That may be true, she said, but I almost surely could never find anthing to take the place of what we are sharing here and now. You are you and only you. I'm very grateful for that. More grateful than I can say.

What confused and disappointed me, though, was that I could never discover within her something special that existed just for me. A list of her good qualities far outstripped a list of her faults, and certainly far outshone my own, yet there was something missing, something absolutely vital.

N?u ch? ??c sách m?i ng??i Ä'ang ??c, c?u s? ch? nghÄ© nh?ng gì m?i ng??i Ä'ang nghÄ© mà thôi.

Some people write string quartets, some grow lettuce and tomatoes. There have to be a few who build railroad stations

It's not that I don't believe in contemporary literature, but I don't want to waste valuable time reading any book that has not had the baptism of time. Life is too short. (...) If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. That's the world of hicks and slobs. Real people would be ashamed of themselves doing that.

I think I just don't like names. Basically, I can't see what's wrong with calling me 'me' or you 'you' or us 'us' or them 'them.

Não é fácil fazer generalizações sobre a dor. Cada dor tem as suas características próprias. Reformulando a famosa frase de Tolstói: Todas as felicidades se parecem umas com as outras; cada dor dói à sua maneira.

Everybody's got something weird about them," I said.

We're talking about people, not common denominators.