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"WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear-it never tires me. To you, your name also; Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name?"
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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."
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"Poets to ComePOETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,Arouse! Arousefor you must justify meyou must answer.I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then averts his face,Leaving it to you to prove and define it,Expecting the main things from you."


"And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud."


"I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine, one of the nation, of many nations, the smallest the same and the the largest."
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