Quotes About Conformity

Everyone seems to be playing well within the boundaries of his usual rule set. I have yet to hear anyone say something that seemed likely to mitigate the idiocy of this age.

I always feel like a vague failure in L.A. - it always makes me feel like I should somehow be different than I am. And I don't know why.

My dad used to say, 'You have to become part of the machine to beat the machine,' and there's some validity in it. But honestly, even when I'm inside the machine, you still see me. I stick out a little bit.

At this level, the individual perceives the maintenance of the expectations of his family, group, or nation as valuable in its own right, regardless of immediate and obvious consequences.

Perfectionism attaches to what is valued in the culture.

You can look different but have the same values. That's not diversity; it's conformity.

It's like he never wanted anything, but only thought and fretted about what he should want, what other people wanted him to want.

Seriously. Books like these, they want you to conform to their style. You don't want to have to go make comics for a company that will control your work.

Defiance through compliance.

Unless the hole is MEANT to be square,' I said with a sudden erudition that surprised me, 'in which case, all the round pegs are the ones that are wrong, and if the ROUND hole is one that is not meant to be square, then the square ones will, no, hang on--' 'Shame,' said the historian, 'and you were doing so well.

Can I ask why? Why what? Why you're something you're not? We're all something we're not, he said. Every one of us is stuck between the person we want to be and the person we can be and there doesn't have to be a why. All things have to do is feel right.

Humans are more or less identical except for a few peculiar habits generally delineated by geographic circumstances and historical precedent. But essentially, they´re all identical and reading from the same rulebook. To get along you have to appreciate the rules, but also know that other people know the rules - and that they know that you know the rules. Get it?

I've always been suspicious of game changers,' she added. 'Sometimes the game doesn't need changing – or no one has a clear idea of which game will be changed, and for what and how much.

Ordinary adults don't like children to speak of things that are denied them by their own gray minds.

Ordinary adults don't like children to speak of things that are denied them by their own grey minds.

Children are simultaneously required to constitute themselves as autonomous subjects, responsible, free and conscious, and to constitute themselves as submissive, inert, obedient, conforming objects.

In New York, madmen are free. Put out on the streets, they're not all that different from the punks, junk, junkies, alcoholics, beggars who fill it. It is unclear why a city, just as mad, would suddenly keep its madmen locked up, why should he deprive the movement of these samples of madness, if it, in one form or another, has already captured the entire city

Çocuklar bir yanda özerk, sorumlu, özgür ve bilinçli varl?klar olmak zorundayken öte yandan boyun eÄŸmek, tepki göstermemek, itaat etmek ve kurallara uymak zorundad?rlar. Çocuk, bütün bu alanlarda mücadele etmek durumundad?r. ÖrneÄŸin, uymak zorunda kald??? çeliÅŸkili bir mecburiyete ikili bir stratejiyle kar?? koymaktad?r.

It is dangerous not to conform with people's image of us, because they do not readily retract their opinions.

Estoy solo en medio de estas voces alegres y razonables. Todos estos tipos se pasan el tiempo explicándose, reconociendo con felicidad que comparten las mismas opiniones. ¡Qué importancia conceden, Dios mío, al hecho de pensar todos juntos las mismas cosas!.

When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

Wasn't it quite difficult being a wicked girl? Even more difficult than being a good one?

A vague procession of towns all exactly alike, a vague procession of men also exactly alike. One can drift like that for a long time, she found, carefully hiding the fact that this wasn't what one had expected of life. Not in the very least.