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"She may have been among them but she could never be one of them. She was without inclusion for-as-much as she was not "one of the girls" and she wasn't "one of the guys." She was an outsider gazing in, endlessly comfortless, while they wished they had what it took to be less like the others and more like her."
"The image of God is in every human."
"When we speak, dress, and think like others, we live with the goal of achieving the approval they have."
"I'm not abnegation, I'm not dauntless, I am Divergent."
"I feel like how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do. And I got so backwards, trying to make myself matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me, and this place. It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do."
"Your original self is worth more than your imitation of someone else."
"Without accepting ourselves, we try to meet requirements of society and do everything to be accepted."
"Find yourself, who are you?Choose yourself, who can you be?Define yourself to find your destination."
"It's not the appearance that makes a man, it's the man that makes an appearance."
"Ay every inch a king."
Explore more quotes by Robert Frost
"I have stood still and stopped the sound of feetWhen far away an interrupted cryCame over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;And further still at an unearthly height,A luminary clock against the skyProclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.I have been one acquainted with the night."
"The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise."
"Part of a moon was falling down the west,Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.Its light poured softly in her lap. She sawAnd spread her apron to it. She put out her handAmong the harp-like morning-glory strings,Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves,As if she played unheard the tendernessThat wrought on him beside her in the night."
"A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with."
"They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true."
"I'd like to get away from earth awhileAnd then come back to it and begin over.May no fate wilfully misunderstand meAnd half grant what I wish and snatch me awayNot to return. Earth's the right place for love:I don't know where it's likely to go better."
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