Quotes About Unconventional

We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.

Anti-social behavior is a trait of intelligence in a world full of conformists.

My mum is a bit unconventional; she's outdoorsy and has more of an emotional intelligence, whereas my dad is pragmatic; he's a businessman.

She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.

All humans are essentially wild creatures and hate confinement. We need what is wild, and we thrill to it, our wildness bubbling over with an anarchic joie de vivre. We glint when the wild light shines. The more suffocatingly enclosed we are - tamed by television, controlled by mortgages and bureaucracy - the louder our wild genes scream in aggression, anger and depression.

The only truly happy people are children and the creative minority.

It's always the badly dressed people who are the most interesting.

I love you. Witchy, itchy, or otherwise.

I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.

Crazy people can add character to a place. If the ambience in your bar is off, or your lobby has gone inexplicably stale, consider picking up a lunatic. They're not hard to come by, and the often work for free. A lot of tattoo shops have one. Larger places might find it handy to keep two or three around.

Giving your mother a good night kiss is totally punk rock, and don't you forget it!)

There was no law that said both your eyes had to be in their sockets.

is nothing more liberating than playing an illogical game where only you understand all of the rules.

Birds weren't supposed to levitate or have four mouths or twenty pairs of wings or twelve sets of legs and undulate like a dragon. But, what could you do?

I was not like other kids, as my mother was not like other mothers. Forever and ever. This I would tell Photoplay, too. To their great admiration, I was sure.

But she is not those people; she is her odd self. The kiln has been fired; she is a person persnickety about keeping her house clean but not above spitting on her desk to rub out a coffee stain; she will never be an athlete or a mathematician or a skinny person or someone whose heart isn't snagged by the sight of fireflies on a summer night and the lilting cadence of a few good lines of poetry.

Astonishingly, at some point, a sputtering torch was thrust into her hands. Alma did not see who gave it to her. She had never before been entrusted with fire. The torch spit sparks and sent chunks of flaming tar spinning into the air behind her as she bolted across the cosmos-the only body in the heavens who was not held to a strict elliptical path. Nobody stopped her. She was a comet. She did not know that she was not flying.

I told him. I was not accustomed, Angela, to having men listen to me. And as for your father, he was not accustomed to being with a woman who would walk five miles with him in the middle of the night, in the rain, in Queens, just to keep him company when he could not sleep.

I did believe that my behavior made me unusual—because it didn't seem to match the behavior of other women—but I didn't

Every really new idea looks crazy at first.

Dishevelled genius; because genius doesn't need to be hevelled, whatever hevelled is.

I am void of what you would expect.

Lord Carlston was not a man to be contained, even in adjectives.

There are people who can make love standing on a hammock, but it is not the easiest way.