Quotes About Conformity

He even got up once in English class and read an essay called 'The Value of Friendship' and while he was reading it he kept glancing at me. It was a stupid essay, soft and standard, but the class applauded when he finished, and I thought, well, that's what people think and what can you do about it? I wrote a counter-essay called, 'The Value of No Friendship At All.' The teacher didn't let me read it to the class. She gave me a D.

Well, as the boys said, you had to work somewhere. So they accepted what there was. This was the wisdom of the slave.

I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead: men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideals.

The life of the sane, average man was dull, worse than death. There seemed to be no possible alternative. Education also seemed to be a trap. The little education I had allowed myself had made me more suspicious. What were doctors, lawyers, scientists? They were just men who allowed themselves to be deprived of their freedom to think and act as individuals. I went back to my shack and drank ...

Although looked down upon, the idiots seemed to have the more peaceful lives: nothing was expected of them.

Everybody had to conform, find a mold to fit into. Doctor, lawyer, soldier -- it didn't matter what it was. Once in the mold you had to push forward. Sussex was as helpless as the next man. Either you managed to do something or you starved in the streets.

This kind of life is like everybody else's kind of life: it's killing us.

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted.

When I see a man with a tidy place I know there's something wrong with him. And if it's too tidy, he's a fag.

The streets were full of insane and dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves. I

And what hurts is the steadily diminishing humanity of those fighting to hold jobs they don't want but fear the alternative worse. People simply empty out. They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye. The voice becomes ugly. And the body. The hair. The fingernails. The shoes. Everything does.

some people never go crazy. what truly horrible lives they must live.

I would like to be human if only they would let me.

Devrimin disaridan iceriye dogru degil,iceriden disariya dogru gerceklesmesi gerektigini anlattim ona, asil sorun burada. Bu tiplerin ayaklanma baslar baslamaz yaptiklari ilk sey gidip bir renkli televizyon yagmalamak. Dusmani yari-zeka yapan ayni zehri kendileri icin de istiyorlar.

Firsat bulup ona bir insanin polis uniformasini uzerine gecirdigi andan itibaren mevcut duzenin maasli bekcisi oldugunu anlatamazsin.Polisin isi degisimi engellemektir. Gidisattan hosnutsaniz butun polisler iyidir,degilseniz kotudur.

I wasn't interested in world history, only my own. What crap. Your parents controlled your growing-up period, they pissed all over you. Then when you got ready to go out on your own, the others wanted to stick you into a uniform so you could get your ass shot off.

La monotonia, un lavoro fisso che non portava a niente, anime che cercavano altre anime per sfuggire ad imbarazzanti silenzi ed una città senza stimoli che cercava di camuffare la noia dietro falsi sorrisi, musica assordante e belle gambe inavvicinabili. Niente di buono. Ma era incredibile come la gente riusciva ad adattarsi

One of the failures of Democracy is that the common vote guarantees a common leader who then leads us to a common apathetic predictability!

Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?

Few people can resist doing what is universally expected of them. This invisible pressure is more difficult to stand against than individual tyranny.

educated beyond the point considered wise for females

They need a social mechanism to make us require conformity of one other, and the best way to do that is to provide a mechanism to make us punish our own deviants.