Quotes About Conformity

The Blue Church does not allow dissent. Questions or curiosity about alternative viewpoints are met with humiliation and ejection.

The Blue Church's stranglehold on truth and reality is breaking, and new ideas are emerging. But when they do, the Blue Church rallies to squash them using their trusted techniques of shame, ridicule, and exile.

This line of thinking, ascribing agency and individuality to women, an individuality which may lead to different outcomes than men's, violates the foundational myth of the Blue Church: all people everywhere are exactly the same, including their preferences and life choices.

Teachers had told her she was intelligent. Friends had said so too, often slightly accusatory as if being intelligent had made her too different to be quite comfortable with.

Has there ever been a society which has died of dissent? Several have died of conformity in our lifetime.

Has there ever been a society which has died of dissent? Several have died of conformity in our lifetime." Jacob Bronowski in Science and Human Values

Only two possibilities are left to the individual: either he remains what he was, in which case he becomes more and more unadapted, neurotic, and inefficient, loses his possibilities of subsistence, and is at last tossed on the social rubbish heap, whatever his talents may be; or he adapts himself to the new sociological organism, which becomes his world, and he becomes unable to live except in a mass society.

Man is caught like a fly in a bottle. His attempts at culture, freedom, and creative endeavor have become mere entries in technique's filing cabinet.

Unless we define happiness in a rather sad way, namely that it is to be like everyone else, which is what the autonomous ego could be resolved into - nobody, it must be said, knows what it is.

You have too much social influence upon you. You are not going by your own nature. People do so many nonsensical life-negative things because they don't want to be left out of the scene around them.

Nobody lived around here. It was one of those American neighborhoods in which upper middle-income workers were warehoused, but in which very little real, actual living was done.

I had just begun to notice that people who knew the correct way to do things such as hold a teacup, put food on a fork and bring it to their mouth without making a mess on the front of their dress—they were the people responsible for the most misery, the people least likely to end up insane or paupers.

Well we can't teach 'em, better pass 'em. Let those eradicate who can Man's inhumanity to man Through teaching boys to kiss the Flag, Keep their rooms tidy, kick a fag, Follow the leader, mind the rules, Blunt and ignore the only tools That interest the half-mature.

The explanation given to any relation can survive and develop within a given society only if this explanation is stylized in conformity with the prevailing thought style.

Love is one of society's many socially accepted forms of madness.

Dealing dreams and destruction to a pattern plagued world.

Patterns are prostitution to the patter of parents.

Oh, Mom, what's 'normal' mean, anyway? 'Normal' is whatever we make it.

Nature made us individuals, as she did the flowers and the pebbles; but we are afraid to be peculiar, and so our society resembles a bag of marbles, or a string of mold candles. Why should we all dress after the same fashion? The frost never paints my windows twice alike.

I think people who try to run their marriages according to other people's expectations are insane. It is quite hard enough to keep a marriage together till death do you part- which I think should be the aim, even if it can't always succeed- without trying to do it to please other people. A good marriage is whatever suits the participants, and our marriage suited us fine.

You and me," she says, "we're two sides of the same coin. Gender's a box you turn inside out, tear up, and sew a gown out of." She says most people are bored and hateful because they can't fuck with the box. They think prison's protection. They take what they're served and think they like it, but deep down they want to be something else, and they'll kill anyone sewing gowns they're afraid to wear.

Showing up underdressed is as smart as standing in the marketplace and shouting you've become an agent for the crown." "I'd hang myself first. I hate being a female." "Well until you sprout a beard and cock there you are.

It's strange," she started. "What?" Catty asked. "Just that you've never followed the rules before," the woman explained. "And so now I'm wondering, why are you going to follow them when you are dealing with the most deceitful being in creation?" Catty watched the woman leave. What she said was true. Catty hated rules. A slow smile crept across her face. "Thank you," Catty said. First she'd sleep, and then she'd act.

Then I came face to face with the realization that disappointing people is the greatest fear of the nice girl.