Quotes About Uniqueness

the assertion of an identity always proceeds through contrast or opposition;

What do you do, everyone can do, but what you are, nobody can be.

It's as if the world is full of honeybees and I'm the only flower" -Elena

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.

It's the mind. It's the most complex and astonishing thing there is, that there's a world inside each of us that no one else can ever know or see or visit.

Me & Mik. I've never been part of an ampersand before.

Every mind is a world of its own

No importa lo que me suceda, se dijo a sí misma. Soy una entre un billón. Soy polvo de estrellas reunido momentáneamente en un cuerpo. Me desperdigaré. Algún día, ese polvo se transformará en otras cosas y yo seré libre. Como Brimstone es libre.

Every mind is its own world. Most occupy a vast middle ground of ordinary, while others are more distinct: pleasant, even beautiful, or sometimes slippery and unaccountably wrong-feeling.

No one could do that like Akiva could, burn a path across space, make you feel seen, set apart.

Cada mente es un propio mundo. La mayoría ocupa un vasto terreno medio ordinario, mientras que otras se distinguen más: son más agradables, incluso hermosas, o a veces son resbaladizas y se sienten inexplicablemente erroneas.

Each scream is as different as each Red Boy. Different and the same.

One is you, two is me, three is her, four is she!

Yet every so often people dare choose a culturally unpopular name for their offspring. They do so because they may have a different take on mythology's influence in human lives, or they are prepared to challenge the notion that a name makes a person. Sometimes it simply feels right, because no other name will do. For is it not true that all stories exist to be written anew?

I believe that each young person is different from any other who has ever lived, as different as his fingerprints: that he could bring to the world a wonderful and special way of solving unsolved problems, that in his special way, he can be great.

As long as everyone's wearing their own pants." "I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.

I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever." (Luke/Lucian)

You may be the only guy my age I've ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it's in Earl Grey tea." "Yes, well," Jace said, with a supercilious look, "I'm not like other guys. Besides," he added, flipping a book off the shelf, "at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It's required." "I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.

Because the world isn't divided into the special and the ordinary. Everyone has the potential to be extraordinary. As long as you have a soul and free will, you can be anything, do anything, choose anything.

He had electric blue hair that had stuck around his head like tendrils of a startled octopus.

I do not walk like a duck.

Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer.

I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way. We are the same.

If Jace was gold, catching the light and the attention, Alec was silver: so used to everyone else looking at Jace that that was where he looked too, so used to living in Jace's shadow that he didn't expect to be seen. Maybe it was enough to be the first person to tell Alec that he was worth being seen ahead of anyone in a room, and of being looked at longest. And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.