Quotes About Conformity

como dos personas normales o como dos personas que fingen ser normales y a fuerza de fingirlo de alguna manera lo son o llegan a serlo

Aunque ser distinta signifique ser maravillosa, de igual manera trae problemas. Quizá la solución es ser distinto a solas, escondido, en tu casa, en tu pieza, a lo más con un amigo al frente, pero nada de actuar fuera de lo normal en la calle, delante de otras personas, y mucho menos en el colegio. Si no, al final uno termina solo.

In the pit of her stomach she realized that everything she raged against on Saturday night-- the restrictions, rules, and guidelines-- was born of an ancient fervor. Every rule ever established, from the beginning of time, invited mutiny.

One of her nice dresses. What her mother meant was something more fashionable. Molly favored dark skirts and simple white blouses. Clothing that was practical and allowed her to move and breathe. Ruth Everton wanted her daughter in handsome suits with gathered flounces and lots of fringe, and a corset that laced her into the perfect S shape that fashion demanded. Forget breathing altogether.

It's significantly more satisfying to kick a wall than it is to kick thin air. For the rebellious teen- or the teen who wants to feel like a rebel- a clearly defined law gives you something to define yourself against.

Watching her, I'm filled with the age-old terror of making a mistake, looking foolish. How is it we all leave high school, but high school never leaves us?

There was her life in a nutshell.  Beau was asked.  And Mandy wasn't.  Mandy was never asked, she was told.  And like the good girl she was raised to be, Mandy always complied. 

I see you're drinking the Kool-Aid

I feel that familiar niggle of not wanting to disappoint anyone, ever, for any reason. Another female quirk, isn't it? Always be polite, meet expectations, smile when you don't want to, cry instead of getting angry. Be pleasing.

Ah, gym class. Remember it? Institutionally sanctioned torture for society's misfits.

What did the kids call it these days? Sweaty tryhard? When you bent over backward to get someone to like you?

We have more patience for girls who act like boys than boys who act like girls. A tomboy is considered cute. One day she'll shuck her muddy jeans and put on a dress, and everyone will gasp at her beauty. They'll all laugh about her tree-climbing, frog-catching days. But there's no such tolerance for the boy who puts on a dress, who wants a toy kitchen or a baby doll to love.

God help you in America if you are not thin and fit, attractive, athletic, and coordinated, driven to win at any cost. God help you if you are broken or sad, or even just cerebral, or artistic, or just want to be left alone. You will be told in a million different ways—directly, subliminally—just how deficient you are. But nowhere will the message be

What was it about high school that made people think with their insecurities instead of their brains?

The community of the Giver had achieved at such great price. A community without danger or pain. But also, a community without music, color or art. And books.

Submitting to censorship is to enter the seductive world of 'The Giver': the world where there are no bad words and no bad deeds. But it is also the world where choice has been taken away and reality distorted. And that is the most dangerous world of all.

Our people made that choice, the choice to go to Sameness. Before my time, before the previous time, back and back and back. We relinquished color when we relinquished sunshine and did away with difference. We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.

Well..., Jonas had to stop and think it through. If everything's the same, then there are no choices! I want to wake up in the morning and DECIDE things! A blue tunic, or a red one?

Life here is so orderly, so predictable-so painless. It's what they've chosen.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.

The next morning, for the first time, Jonas did not take his pill. Something within him, something that had grown there through the memories, told him to throw the pill away.

No one mentioned such things; it was not a rule, but was considered rude to call attention to things that were unsettling or different about individuals.

Be one of many. Be sure that they never have reason to remember your face.

Two children—one male, one female—to each family unit. It was written very clearly in the rules.