Quotes About Conformity

We all try to be alike in our youth, and individual in our middle age ... although we sometimes mistake eccentricity for individuality.

Until then, you can do what everyone else your age does. Listen to music. Watch the television. Just keep your nose away from those books.

The more people who believe something, the more apt it is to be wrong. The person who's right often has to stand alone.

The despotism of custom is everywhere the standing hindrance to human advancement.

I personally go to the airport looking like a homeless person, because I think people will leave me alone. But I dress myself with my luggage - all my luggage matches.

We are the most amazing creatures that this world has ever produced, but we seem to also have this herd mentality; we seem to be the most stupid, also.

Society has always seemed to demand a little more from human beings than it will get in practice.

That detestable product of the folly of our fore-fathers—a feather-bed.

Having first determined the question according to his will, man then resorts to experience; and bending her into conformity with his placets, leads her about like a captive in a procession.

Men in general are so constituted that there is nothing they will endure with so little patience as that views which they believe to be true should be counted crimes against the laws . . .

Dependence leads to fear; fear leads to comparisons; comparisons lead to competition, and competition eventually destroys us by degrading us to imitation, conformity, infantilism or mediocrity.

or concepts the publisher doesn't like) are not as sure to sell as the tried and true. On this, see Brian Martin, The Politics of Research

Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd

The pure products of America go crazy... ...[] No one to witness and adjust, no one to drive the car

To Buckley, she embodied the worst of what in subsequent decades would be called political correctness: the mindless application to every issue of a platitudinous egalitarianism whose practical effect invariably is to expand the reach of totalitarianism.

Sometimes I aint so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.

It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.

Sometimes I ain't so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he ain't. Sometimes I think it ain't none of us pure crazy and ain't none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.

I, I should have just done what you wanted me to in the first place

Le epoche danno conforto soprattutto a chi non ne ha mai fatto un'esperienza diretta. Definiamo la storia a partire da una complessità che va ben oltre la nostra portata. E applichiamo delle etichette ai risultati. Attribuiamo a essi una denominazione. E poi parliamo di queste denominazioni come se fossero cose che esistono veramente.

Coretti didn't know how to dress. Clothing was a language and Coretti a kind of sartorial stutterer, unable to make the kind of basic coherent fashion statement that would put strangers at their ease. His ex-wife told him he dressed like a Martian; that he didn't look as though he belonged anywhere in the city. He hadn't liked her saying that, because it was true.

Language fits over experience like a straight jacket.

He turned a half pace on the sand. A semicircle of little boys, their bodies streaked with coloured clay, sharp sticks in their hands, were standing on the beach, making no noise at all. Fun and games, said the officer.

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