When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself. — Rumi Copy Share Image
We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished ... — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
You never do find out what makes you tick, and after a while it's unimportant. — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
Woe to him inside a non-conformist clique who does not conform to non-conformity. — Eric Hoffer Copy Share Image
When I am told I am too old to do something, I try to do it right away. — Pablo Picasso Copy Share Image
We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity — Shane Koyczan Copy Share Image
Being strange is not necessarily bad ... Sometimes it's a person's only redeeming quality. — Paula Sharp Copy Share Image
I must say to myself that I ruined myself, and that nobody great or small can be ruined except by his own… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
... I stare into the fridge. Like a mirrored image of myself. Cold and empty, and the lights come on only when… — Hallgrimur Helgason Copy Share Image
"What the hell'd you let them break your spirit for?" You know, their lives ran in circles so small. Ah, they thought… — Michelle Shocked Copy Share Image
One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above… — Rumi Copy Share Image
When I was younger, not being accepted made me enraged, but now, I am not inclined to dismantle my history. If you… — Andrew Solomon Copy Share Image
One day you're there and then all of a sudden, there's less of you. And you wonder where that part went. If… — Elisabeth Moss Copy Share Image
... I suddenly woke up to the fact that if I accepted anybody's definition of what there was in the world, I… — Shirley Brice Heath Copy Share Image
“They strike one, above all, as giving no account of themselves in any terms already consecrated by human use; to this inarticulate… — Henry James Copy Share Image
“Once, I ordered two thousand lady bugs from the local garden center and set them loose in the atrium. I sprinkled marigold… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
In Western society, and particularly in American society, imagination is stulified from infancy. The imaginative child is discouraged and upbraided. He is… — Philip Wylie Copy Share Image
Each one of us, as long as life stirs is us, may play a part in extricating ourselves from the power system… — Lewis Mumford Copy Share Image
There is nothing wrong with you just because you haven't yet met people who share your interests or outlook on life. Unless… — Alexandra Robbins Copy Share Image
“No one knows, at sight a masterpiece. And give up verse, my boy, There's nothing in it. Likewise a friend of Bloughram's… — Ezra Pound Copy Share Image
All my work keeps going like a pendulum; it seems to swing back to something I was involved with earlier, or it… — Lee Krasner Copy Share Image
In this age, the mere example of non-conformity, the mere refusal to bend the knee to custom, is itself a service. Precisely… — John Stuart Mill Copy Share Image
“The very essence of Australia is our lack of sophistication–our refusal to conform to pretension and superficiality. We ought to be upholding… — Tim Macartney-Snape Copy Share Image
That community is already in the process of dissolution where each man begins to eye his neighbor as a possible enemy, where… — Learned Hand Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
“My kids are starting to notice I'm a little different from the other dads. "Why don't you have a straight job like… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
In the middle of this it was good to have some moments in which whatever was left of you could sit in… — Philip O Ceallaigh Copy Share Image
