Quotes About Uniqueness

No­body wants to wor­ship you if you have the same prob­lems, the same bad breath and messy hair and hang­nails, as a reg­ular per­son. You have to be ev­ery­thing reg­ular peo­ple aren't. Where they fail, you have to go all the way. Be what peo­ple are too afraid to be. Be­come whom they ad­mire.

I just don't want to die without a few scars, I say. It's nothing anymore to have a beautiful stock body. You see those cars that are completely stock cherry, right out of a dealer's showroom in 1955, I always think, what a waste.

You are not special. Your are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

We all live by different clocks and calendars.

Wallace Boyer (Car Salesman): Sell cars long enough and you'll see: Nobody's all that original. Any lone weirdo comes from a big nest of weirdos. What's weird is, you go to some pigsty village in Slovakia, and suddenly even Andy Warhol makes perfect sense.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile." The space monkey continues, Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.'' The space monkey continues, ''Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.

Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

I just don't want to die without a few scars, I say. It's nothing anymore to have a beautiful stock body. You see those cars that are completely stock cherry, right out of the dealer show room in 1955, I always think, what a waste.

Eres casi tan libre de actuar como un ordenador programado. Eres casi tan único como un billete de dólar.

No somos especiales. Tampoco somos escoria o basura. Simplemente, somos.

No se nos podía ocurrir nada que no estuviera haciendo ya un millon de personas.

We all have the same Rislampa/Har paper lamps made from wire and environmentally friendly unbleached paper. Mine are confetti.

The space monkey continues, Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.

She says, We're all some kind of genius. Just, she says, some of us in other ways.

You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap.

You're a different human being to everyone you meet.

I went through my life thinking that everyone else was better than I was and that I was always trailing behind, trying to be like them. But now I know that I'm just me and they're gonna have to deal with that.

Crayola makes all kinds of crazy colors. You know. Burnt umber. Burnt sienna. Blanched almond. Baby-shit yellow. And so on, and so forth. I'm just saying, cockroaches Have their own color. It's distinct. Crayola should get on that. The kids'll love it.

I am not... your Sakura

There's never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.

You know why the gods made people in different colors? No, why Kate asked. Too boring, everybody looking the same. The gods didn't want us to get bored.

I have the normal complement of anxieties, neuroses, psychoses and whatever else - but I'm absolutely nothing special.