Quotes About Conformity

For what might happen if we lift the codicils on belching? If sex were permitted in the shopping malls? If people were allowed to sing arias from Don Giovanni , loudly and out of tune, waiting in line at Department of Motor Vehicles?

The city was filled to overflowing with persons who had neither brains nor individuality, who bore no resemblance to men that live by bread, and had only their outward shape to distinguish them from sheep.

I know what it feels like not to fit in, but trying to be like everyone around you doesn't work.

we live in a society of larvae--immature human beings, adolescents disguised as adults.

Liberty is meaningless if it is only the liberty to agree with those in power.

People are anxious to endorse the tenets they consider as fashionable lest they appear boorish and backward.

I'd try to stuff myself into one of these scenarios, but it's like wearing a size five sneaker when your foot is a seven--you can get by for a few steps, and then you sit down and pull off the shoe because it just plain hurts too much.

wonder if it would be like being forced to wear size two clothes when you are a size twelve. You wouldn't be able to move comfortably. You'd always be aware of the fact that something pinched. There would be wardrobe malfunctions and embarrassment when you thought people were looking at you oddly. You'd be thinking constantly about taking off the outfit just so you could breathe.

That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And if you don't sell out, then you run away... proving you're the Gypsy they said you were all along.

You want to do something about it - take action, scream at them, tell them they're idiots - but you can't. Being on the fringe is the most disempowering feeling. You get so used to the world being a certain way, there seems to be no escape from it.

A trial was a stupid word, considering that an attempt was never good enough: you were supposed to toe the line, period.

I used to have pink hair, I told Seven. I used to have a real job, he answered. What happened? He shrugged. I dyed my hair pink. What happened to you?

I've always sort of wondered though: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

She had spent her entire life being what everyone wanted her to be. The perfect daughter, the budding artist, the best friend, the first love. She had been so busy meeting everyone's expectations, in fact, that it had taken her years to remember exactly why it was all one big farce. She was not perfect, far from it, and what you saw on the outside was not what you really were getting. Deep down, she was dirty, and this was the kind of thing that happened to girls like her.

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit? How

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit?

My sister likes to play the victim. We've had some pretty heated exchanges about that before. If you don't want to be seen as a stereotype, then the way I see it, don't be one. But to my sister, that means playing a white man's game, and being who they want her to be, instead of being unapologetically herself.

It makes me wonder how I'd be treated if I were like everyone else. Maybe I'm a pretty rotten person, not that anyone would ever have the guts to tell me this to my face. Maybe everyone thinks I'm rude or ugly or stupid but they have to be nice because it could be the circumstances of my life that make me that way.

there is such a difference between living the life you are expected to live and living the life you want to live.

It's called acting. It's not all that difficult to be the person people expect you to be. It's harder to remember who your really are.

Deep down, very few of us want safety to suffocate freedom.

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Everything in the universe is good to the degree it conforms to the nature of God and evil as it fails to do so. —A.W. Tozer

The people I see from my window. In the huts, in the distance. They're all dressed the same.' 'Ah, those people,' said Father, nodding his head and smiling slightly. 'Those people...well, they're not people at all, Bruno.' Bruno frowned. 'They're not?' he asked, unsure what Father meant by that.