Quotes About Unique

Y cuando un hombre es tan especial, lo sabes mucho antes de lo que crees posible. Lo reconoces instintivamente, y tienes la certeza de que, pase lo que pase, nunca habrá otro como él.

I miss him like one might miss a scar, or wooden leg, something disfiguring but characteristic.

I've developed contours for his elbows and knees and bum, and nobody else quite fits into me in quite the same way

And I have to say, books haven't helped much with all this. Because whenever you read anything about love, whenever anyone tries to define it, there's always a state or an abstract noun, and I try to think of it like that. But actually, love is… Well, it's just you. And when you go, it's gone. Nothing abstract about it.

It made him different, and because he was different he felt uncomfortable, and because he felt uncomfortable he could feel himself floating away for everyone and everything.

All that is rare for the rare.

If something isn't special, then it's ordinary.

I think this one's in the running for Ditzy Bride status. Not only does she want her MOH to walk her two Siamese cats down the aisle rather than carry a bouquet, but wants to include them on the guest list.

Their life could be made up of thousands of simple moments. And still never be ordinary.

inside her. So different from an

Why should emotions require a certain time pattern? They're as individual as the people they belong to.

you're doomed at being you.

You're about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bill.

It felt good to stand out from the world, just mysterious and pious. You weren't a lantern under any basquet. You stood out righteous as a sore thumb. You were the one holy man to keep God from crushing all of the Sodom and Gomorrah seething around you in the Valley Plaza Shoping Center.

A rock is a rock," he says, "but a square rock is a blessing.

Por que causei tanta dor? Eu não entendia que cada um de nós é sagrado, um floco de neve único e especial em sua individualidade única e especial? Não conseguia ver como todos nós somos manifestações do amor? Olho para Deus atrás da mesa tomando notas em um bloquinho. Deus entendeu tudo errado. Nós não somos especiais. Também não somos um lixo ou uma merda. Apenas somos. Apenas existimos e o que acontecer aconteceu.

There are springs in the mind from which others cannot drink.

The extraordinary's the norm.

The way she saw it, she was lucky. She wasn't really blind—she just saw a different world from most other folks, and that put her in a unique position to do some good in the world.

If I've learned anything from two decades of fantastique writing it's that the more extraordinary the subject matter the more specific the details need to be.

There are no ordinary cats.

You have to look on the world with a shine like no one else has.

Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life; everyone must carry out a concrete assignment that demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated. Thus, everyone's task is unique as is his specific opportunity to implement it.

Questions about the meaning of life can never be answered by sweeping statements. "Life" does not mean something vague, but something very real and concrete, just as life's tasks are also very real and concrete. They form man's destiny, which is different and unique for each individual. No man and no destiny can be compared with any other man or any other destiny. No situation repeats itself, and each situation calls for a different response.