Quotes About Conformity

Talvez o sentimento do mal tivesse ficado anestesiado, confundido com costumes e ordens sociais

There may be a lot of kids in the world, but the stupid ones are all stupid in the same way.

It's okay to be eccentric, as long as you are rich; otherwise you're just crazy.

She did what girls generally do when they don't feel the part: she dressed it instead.

Last year, when Zora was a freshman, sophomores had seemed altogether a different kind of human: so very definite in their tastes and opinions, in ther loves and ideas. Zora woke up this morning hopeful that a transformation of this kind might have visited her in the night, but, finding it hadn't, she did what girls generally do when they don't feel the part: she dressed it instead.

If the aim is to be liked by more and more people, whatever is unusual about a person gets flattened out.

When everyone's building a fence, isn't it a true fool who lives out in the open?

You have to be somebody," Lanier writes, "before you can share yourself." But to Zuckerberg sharing your choices with everybody (and doing what they do) is being somebody.

Irie gözlerini devirdi. Bazen insan farkl? olmak ister. Ama bazen de, herkes gibi olmak için, ba??ndaki saç? bile feda etmeye haz?rd?r.

Irie verdrehte die Augen. Manchmal möchte man anders sein. Und manchmal würde man die Haare auf seinem Kopf hergeben, um so zu sein wie alle anderen.

she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see...

They bowed down to him rather, because he was all of these things, and then again he was all of these things because the town bowed down.

Anyone who looked more white folkish than herself was better than she was in her criteria, therefore it was right that they should be cruel to her at times, just as she was cruel to those more negroid than herself in direct ratio to their negroness…Like the pecking order in a chicken yard… Once having set up her idols and built altars to them it was inevitable that she would worship there.

Then she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see

It was bad enough for white people, but when one of your own color could be so different: it put you in a wonder.

Mrs. Turner, like all other believers had built an altar to the unattainable- Caucasian characteristics for all. Her god would smite her, would hurl her from pinnacles and lose her in deserts. but she would not forsake his altars. Behind her crude words was a belief that somehow she and others through worship could attain her paradise- a heaven of straight-haired, thin-lipped, high-nose boned white seraphs.

Ah had too many feelin's tuh tell which one tuh follow so Ah didn't cry and Ah didn't do nothin' else. But then she kept on astin me how come mah baby look white. She asted me dat maybe twenty-five or thirty times, lak she got tuh sayin' dat and couldn't help herself. So Ah told her, 'Ah don't know nothin' but what Ah'm told tuh do, 'cause Ah ain't nothin' but uh nigger and uh slave.

Everything's so repressive now - it's the No generation. You can't do anything, you can't eat anything, you have to abstain.

If the academic community gets its way, we will soon all be speaking with a single voice.

Sometimes, people only change what they look like for the acceptance of other people, and that's where you start going wrong.

Most accountants are strange - let's be honest.

If you don't believe what other people believe, then they'll accuse you of being nihilistic.

I know that if I have come to Britain, I must adapt, and I will try to.

If you want to get along, go along.