Quotes About Conformity

Don't you wonder who you'd be without the clade? Without Judicial Recon? Without rightminding?

You're going to get fired by the Synarche before they even really hire you, if you keep up this line of thinking." He laughed his light machine laugh. "This line of thinking is why they want me, Haimey.

But what a horrible world 'society' is.

She agreed with everything that was planned for her, and made her own arrangements later, for she had discovered that the easiest way through life was to set out obediently upon the appointed path and then slip away down a side turning.

The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.

The whole width of the kitchen separated the well-dressed from the ill-dressed and it was the well-dressed, weighed down by numbers, who felt themselves at a disadvantage. What makes one feel uncomfortable, they discovered suddenly, is not what one has got or has not got, but being different.

If you are the type who truly longs to be a Southern Belle at all times, regardless of taking twice the space available in bus, subway or elsewhere, you had best remove yourself to a large estate replete with servants.

This isn't normal. This isn't how normal people think. Fuck off, world--what the hell is normal anyway?

Everything in my life that I value has been gained at the cost of not saying what I really think and saying what they want me to say.

I try so hard, and it is still not working. I wear the same clothes as the others. I say the same words at the same times: good morning, hi, how are you, I'm fine, good night, please, thank you, you're welcome, no thank you, not right now. I obey the traffic laws; I obey the rules. I have ordinary furniture in my apartment, and I play my unusual music very softly or use headphones. But it is not enough. Even as hard as I try, the real people still want me to change, to be like them.

The notion that obedience dehumanizes those who render it is a popular cry of the philosophers of radical individualism, such as Thoreau, who are so important to America's myth of itself.

There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people say one thing and mean another, and you have to know all the rules, you have to know what you can and can't do.

I suppose he's making a real fashion statement, but this is high school. You're not supposed to be real. You're supposed to be enough like everyone else to get through and out into the waiting world.

I don't know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.

It is good for women to look like little girls now, to have no hair between their legs. The women out in the waiting room, the ones who will not look at me, are here for that too, to be made into smooth, hairless creatures. They will have their skin polished, smoothed, so everyone can pretend they are young again. Everyone wants the young.

She had recently, though, had fantasies of what they called "going normal.

Hoot, Johnie Rousseau mon, what for hae ye sae mony figmangairies? You're a bonny man indeed to mauk siccan a wark; set ye up. Canna ye just live like ither fowk?

Hij is er huiverig voor iets gewoon te vinden alleen omdat het door iedereen zo gezien wordt. Wie verzekert hem dat het perspectief zo meteen niet weer wisselt en hij al zijn verwachtingen opnieuw zal moeten bijstellen?

When a person identifies himself with a group his critical faculties are diminished and his passions enhanced by a kind of emotive resonance. The individual is not a killer, the group is, and by identifying with it, the individual becomes one. This is the infernal dialect reflected in man's history.

We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves in order to be like other people.

Paco Montegrifo was the sort of man who decides, as soon as he's old enough to make such decisions, that black socks are strictly for chauffeurs and waiters and opts instead for socks of only the darkest navy blue.

el líder de la derecha, Gil Robles, había afirmado: Sociedad única y patria única. Y al que quiera discutirlo hay que aplastarlo.

The strange case of Billy Biswas had at last been disposed of. It had been disposed of in the only manner that a humdrum society knows of disposing its rebels, its seers, its true lovers.

Todos deberíamos, en algún momento de la existencia, cuestionar nuestra propia vida. Quien no lo hace será esclavo de su rutina, será controlado por ella y nunca verá nada más allá del velo del sistema. Vivirá para trabajar, cumplir obligaciones profesionales, tener un papel social pero terminará sucumbiendo en el vacío. Vivirá para sobrevivir hasta la llegada de la muerte.