Quotes About Conformity

The others adapted, for nothing quelled a revolution more quickly—wrote Pauline Schulz—than the prevailing powers inviting it in for drinks.

I think that every child grows up with the ideas that what we are given, is our society. Your education, and your mother and father, they tell you this is how it is, but then you hit adolescence and you think, 'Is it? Why? Why is it like that?' Sometimes that questioning leads to something more.

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

How sick one gets of being 'good ' how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours embody selfishness.

And for an insane moment she thought, this is no different from normality, just women existing and surviving, this is what happens to women who don't fit into a world created by men.

Our entire culture's infrastructure encourages and rewards a static, unchanging nature. You choose one degree, one career, one house, one spouse... You earn prestige by appearing to have it all figured out. The American Dream isn't having it all, it's knowing it all.

It was just too tense, being with Daddy. He wanted everything done in a certain way that only he knew about. I was afraid to move half the time. One I spilled some juice on one of his foreign rugs, and he told me I would never find a husband.

We adjust ourselves to fit, to adapt to others' ideas of who we should be. We shift ourselves not in sweeping pivots, but in movements so tiny that they are hardly perceptible, even in our view. Years can pass before we finally discover that, after handing over our power piece by small piece, we no longer even look like ourselves.

The normal world tries to stifle emotion with the noose of its own deadness.

It is dangerous to be right on matters in which the established authorities are wrong.

Hairspray and blusher, eyelash curlers, eye-shadow palettes the size of tea-trays. Even before they left school it was as if they were already rehearsing for some witless kind of womanhood.

She reminds me of my old self—the amount of work it took: the manicures and the spray tans and the designer dresses and shoes—just to look "presentable" for a job at a country lifestyle magazine that was mostly coupons,

Mount Shady is a lovely town, but it's also homogenous and boring, and boredom dulls your ability to make the right decisions. Boredom creeps up on you slowly, wraps its tendrils around you and tugs at you in such a subtle yet constant way, you'll do anything to escape it. You'll behave recklessly and stupidly. You'll trust the wrong people, with disastrous results. Emily would still be alive if we'd stayed in New York.

Girls were meant to paint screens, sob out ballads, and play the pianoforte, not see through the masks of polite society. "It

The most successful tyranny is not the one that uses force to assure uniformity but the one that removes the awareness of other possibilities.

It may well be that a society's greatest madness seems normal to itself.

Television enters not only the room, but also the tastes of old and young alike, appealing to the immediately pleasant and subverting whatever does not conform to it.

The odds are loaded toward a path of least resistance in several ways. We often choose a path because it is the only one we see. When I get on an elevator, for example, I turn and face front along with everyone else. It rarely occurs to me to do it any other way, such as facing the rear. If I did, I'd soon feel how some paths bring on more social resistance than others.

Without much accuracy, with strangely little love at all, your family will decide for you exactly who you are, and they'll keep nudging, coaxing, poking you until you've changed into that very simple shape.

He, the true writer, is the department store dummy at the very center of the whole establishment, the one left alone on display all night, a price tag stapled to every piece of clothing they've yanked onto him, binoculars and frog flippers included. He is the neutral, generic human form, the gray center who must always assume disguises — in order to be seen and, therefore, to feel himself.

Muitas pessoas se contentam em evitar o escândalo, pois seu orgulho sofreria com isso, sua reputação seria diminuída entre os homens.

There's a societal push for conformity in all rways," he said. "There's less tolerance of difference. And so maybe for some people having a label is better. It can confer a sense of hope and direction.

One can often recognize herd animals by their tendency to carry bibles.

Next, to Laurette, "Go into our room. Take off your boots and socks. I want to see your feet." Thankful to miss the last remnant of the argument, Laurette Ã¢â'¬â€like the boys Ã¢â'¬â€obeyed. She