Quotes About Conformity

Most girls I know would consider that wish fullfillment, not torture." I sat back, shaking my head. "Why does everyone keep saying that? Who says just because I'm a girl I'm hardwired to want to spent a hundred and eighty bucks on jeans?

The trouble with comparing yourself to others is that there are too many others. Using all others as your control group, all your worst fears and all your fondest hopes are at once true. You are good; you are bad; you are abnormal; you are just like everyone else.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury: I do not want to call pop soda. I do not want to eat gloppy banana mush. I do not want to be it. "I'm pretty sure the way I play is the right way," I say, my throat tightening. I'm right. I am.

Qué puede temerse de un mundo tan regular?

Look here, because they were born you think they have to turn out to be men? That's just an old-fashioned idea. And who tells them that? A big organization. One more big organization. A big organization makes dough or it doesn't last. If it makes dough it's for dough.

Routine kills creative thought.

Your father always suspected that being pretty-minded is simply the natural state for most people. They want to be vapid and lazy and vain—Maddy glanced at Tally—and selfish. It only takes a twist to lock in that part of their personalities. He always thought that some people could think their way out of it.

In a world of extreme beauty, anyone normal is ugly.

Tally sighed, tipping her feet again to follow. Maybe that's because they have better stuff to do than kid tricks. Maybe partying in town is better than hanging out in a bunch of old ruins. Shay's eyes flashed. Or maybe when they do the operation-when they grind and stretch your bones to the right shape, peel off your face and rub all your skin away, and stick in plastic cheekbones so you look like everyone else-maybe after going through all that you just aren't very interesting anymore.

But you weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.

Didn't this beat everything? A pretty and an ugly taking a stroll together. The warden came closer, confusion all over his middle-pretty face. Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. I'm Tally Youngblood, she said. Make me pretty.

My name is tally youngblood and my mind is very ugly

History would indicate that the majority of people have always been sheep.

they walked with a pedatory grace.... one of them ripped off their hood and said, my name is Tally Youngblood and is a special circumstance....

That was the whole point of being special: You existed to make sure everyone else behaved, but that didn't mean YOU had to.

I'm Tally Youngblood. Make me pretty. -Tally Youngblood

Or maybe when they do the operation- when they grind and stretch your bones to the right shape, peel off your face and rub all your skin away, and stick in plastic cheekbones so you look like everybody else- maybe after going through all that you just aren't very interesting anymore. -Shay, Uglies

You don't believe all that crap, do you - that there's one way to look, and everyone is programmed to agree on it?

People are so constituted that everybody would rather undertake what they see others do, whether they have an aptitude for it or not.

Now and then the fable of the horse recurs to me. Weary of liberty, he suffered himself to be saddled and bridled, and was ridden to death for his pains.

m-am gandit mult la nazuinta omului de a se intinde, de a face noi descoperiri, de a rataci incoace si incolo; pe urma, la inclinarea lui de a se supune de bunavoie ingradirii, de a pasi pe drumul obisnuintei, fara sa-i pese de ceea ce e la dreapta sau la stanga lui.

Ich habe allerlei nachgedacht, über die Begier im Menschen, sich auszubreiten, neue Entdeckungen zu machen, herumzuschweifen; und dann wieder über den inneren Trieb, sich der Einschränkung willig zu ergeben, in dem Gleise der Gewohnheit so hinzufahren und sich weder um Rechts noch um Links zu bekümmern.

Un hombre formado según las reglas, jamás producirá nada absurdo y absolutamente malo, así como el que obra con sujeción a las leyes y a la urbanidad nunca puede ser un vecino insoportable ni un gran malvado. Sin embargo, y dígase lo que se quiera, toda regla asfixia los verdaderos sentimientos y destruye la verdadera expresión de la naturaleza.

I have often reflected, dear Wilhelm, on the eagerness of men to wander about and make new discoveries, and on that secret urge which afterwards makes them return to their narrow circle, conform to the customary path, and pay no attention to the right or the left.