Quotes About Uniqueness

But I am more than a name. More than they tell me

Being like everyone else is highly overrated.

My strengths are not your strengths.

I am not a tomato

We don't care how they do it in New York.

An artist is a conduit for a vision that is as uniquely her own as a fingerprint, and unrecognizable until it appears.

Sky?' herhaalde Nicholas. 'Die naam hoor je niet vaak, hè?' Sky zag zijn kans schoon. 'Falco hoor je ook niet vaak,' zei hij kalm.

Ik denk dat ik domweg te normaal ben. - Ayesha

I suppose," he thought, "it is not good for me to flower as the other plants. If I began like them I should probably end like them, and I feel that I could not be satisfied with that. After all, one should not try to be so much like others, but to be the very best of one's own sort.

I say every dog looks like no other but that isn't true. Not entirely. Difference is slippery.

I've been called many things in my life, but never a sacrificial penguin.

He'd died his blond hair purple in honor of his best friend's wedding, and he wore skinny white jeans, a red shirt, and

Jane Austen never repeats herself.

They all lived in their own little clouds.

But no matter how ferociously pitiable is the dried up graveyard, the sand and barrenness and the sluggish little stream have their own persistent individual damnation. The world is at least so constructed that its treasures may be damned each in a different manner and degree.

Do not copy me," [Antoine] Bourdelle repeatedly told his students. "Sing your own song.

If [she] had come to prefer the company of odd ducks, it was possibly because they had no conception of oddity, or rather, they thought you were odd if you weren't.

It had come to him that no one would ever look from these eyes but he: that among all the lives, numerous beyond imagination, in which he might have lived, he was this one, pinned to this single point of infinity; the rest always to be alien, he to be I.

Se le ocurrió que nadie sino él miraría nunca desde sus ojos, que de entre todas las vidas en que podía haber vivido, más numerosas que lo imaginable, esta era la suya, clavada en este único punto del infinito; el resto siempre sería ajeno, él sería yo.

Love your spirited child for who she is. Because she is more, she will make you more.

Each of us shines in a different way, but this doesn't make our light less bright. —Albert Einstein

No matter how thin you get, no matter how short you cut your hair, it's still going to be you underneath.

He is the most wonderful person alive. I am suddenly struck by the fact that he is unlike anyone else in the world. How many people could love me like this? How many people would visit every day at six o'clock, without fail? And bring me dinner, and a grocery bag of fruit? Who could? Who would? Why would they?

The idiosyncrasies of giftedness are rarely seen as "different = interesting," but instead are deemed "different = wrong.