Quotes About Uniqueness

Who on earth had that perfect physical and mental incarnation that piloted them about flawlessly every minute of every day? Disabled is a continuum. We each have a spot on that vast bandwidth. It's what we do with our unique frequency that counts.

Adults appreciate differences more. It is only children—or immature adults—who feel that pressure to be exactly the same.

But, like anyone in love, Madeleine believed that her own relationship was different from every other relationship, immune from typical problems.

We're all made up of many parts, other halves. Not just me.

I'd never seen a creature with so many freckles before. A Big Bang had occurred, originating at the bridge of her nose, and the force of this explosion had sent galaxies of freckles hurtling and drifting to every end of her curved, warm-blooded universe.

Fiction should be specific rather than general, because people are specific.

It was possible to feel superior to other people and like a misfit at the same time.

Az életek is úgy repednek meg, ahogy a jég. Személyiségek. Egyéniségek.

And of course there was the sheer physical fact of her, the blood-tinged blade that she was, the riot of color that caught everyone's attention.

Jeffrey Eugenides

Point? Maybe you aren't a Carrie or a Samantha or a Charlotte or a Miranda. Maybe you're just you.

Your power is in your individuality, in being exactly who you area.

Difference is the essence of extremity

One of its ears stuck straight up, the other flopped as it ran, and I remembered something I'd read somewhere—that when God sees a dog he likes, he folds one of its ears down to remember it.

No one on earth is so boring and insignificant that he or she is not worth writing or reading about...One thing's for sure—no one but you can be the hero of your story.

I'm not Beethoven!

She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music. She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school.

At the same time, we held back. Because she was different. Different. We had no one to compare her to, no one to measure her against.

What's the matter with you? Huh? Huh?' 'Why can't you be normal?' 'Why do you wanna be so different?

Beneath every goober is a kid. A person. Maybe he's not what you would call 'regular.' But so what? Is that a bad thing?

She wasn't gorgeous, wasn't ugly. A sprinkle of freckles crossed the bridge of her nose. Mostly, she looked like a hundred other girls in school, except for two things, She wore no makeup, and her eyes were the biggest I had ever seen, like deer's eyes caught in headlights.

At the same time, we held back. Because she was Different. Different. We had no one to compare her to, no one to measure her against. She was unknown territory. Unsafe. We were afraid to get too close.

You are not the first, and will not be the last, to say so. I wear my "warped" label with pride.

I see perfection in things that are likely considered imperfections by others.