Quotes About Conformity

I hate to think I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as China Aster! It's bad enough being a girl, anyway, when I like boy's games and work and manners!

There is very little real liberty in the world; even those who seem freest are often the most tightly bound. Law, custom, public opinion, fear or shame make slaves of us all, as you will find when you try your experiment, said Tempest with a bitter smile. Law and custom I know nothing of, public opinion I despise, and shame and fear I defy, for everyone has a right to be happy in their own way.

If I was a boy, we'd run away together, and have a capital time; but as I'm a miserable girl, I must be proper, and stop at home. Don't tempt me, Teddy, it's a crazy plan.

Just now it's the fashion to be hideous; to make your head look like a scrubbing brush, wear a strait-jacket, orange gloves, and clumping, square-toed boots. If it was cheap ugliness, I'd say nothing; but it costs as much as the other, and I don't get any satisfaction out of it.

I hate to think I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China Aster! It's bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boy's games and work and manners! I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy. And it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa. And I can only stay home and knit, like a poky old woman!

I only know that it's the way of the world; and people who set themselves against it, only get laughed at for their pains.

Não faça assim, Jo, é coisa de moleque. ââ'¬â€œÉ por isso mesmo que faço. –Detesto meninas grosseiras e pouco femininas. –Odeio sirigaitas afetadas e cheias de dedos.

Mr. Rockefeller, you are no different from any other citizen before the law, and if I were you, I would appear.

Una de las cosas buenas que fui descubriendo con los años es que ser raro no es nada raro, contra lo que la palabra parece indicar. De hecho, lo verdaderamente raro es ser normal.

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La normalidad es un marco convencional que homogeneiza a los humanos, como ovejas encerradas en un aprisco;

Birds of a feather always ended up sticking together.

People are trying so hard to live through their children. And the children keep trying so hard to live up to their parents, or live them down. Everybody's living through or for or against somebody else. It doesn't make too much sense, and it isn't working too well.

The life history of the individual is first and foremost an accomodation to the patterns and standards traditionally handed in his community. From the moment of his birth the customs into which he is born shape his experience and behavior.

talking with him made me realize I wasn't the only one. "I mean, it's like everybody's acting out a part," he'd tell me. "They say stuff they don't really think, or do stuff they don't really feel like doing, and after a while you find yourself acting the same way.

What we call worldliness simply consists of such people who, if one may so express it, pawn themselves to the world.

For every single individual who escapes into the crowd... flees in cowardice from being a single individual.

With the daguerreotype everyone will be able to have their portrait taken—formerly it was only the prominent—and at the same time everything is being done to make us all look exactly the same, so we shall only need one portrait.

The greatest hazard of all, losing one's self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. ~ Søren Kierkegaard

The philistine tranquillises himself with the trivial.

Surrounded by hordes of people, busy with all sorts of secular matters, more and more shrewd about the ways of the world – such a person forgets himself, forgets his name divinely understood, does not dare to believe in himself, finds it too risky to be himself, far easier and safer to be like the others, to become a copy, a number, part of the crowd.

His grandmother had said to him once, smiling slightly, that if you compelled people to behave as if they believed something eventually all but the strongest-willed really did start to believe it, because it was easier on their pride than admitting every moment in the privacy of their soul that they were pretending.

perhaps, if one wishes to remain an individual in the midst of the teeming multitudes, one must make oneself grotesque.

Roots, I sometimes think, are a conservative myth, designed to keep us in our places.