uniqueness

I have been known to think outside of all rules. Even my own.

Look for chances to take the less-traveled roads. There are no wrong turns.

The authentic human has the might of compassion and the creative power to do any manner of good.

Ordinary people never win.

Our finger print represents our unique identity and individuality.

Be uniquely you. Stand out. Shine. Be colorful. The world needs your prismatic soul!

If you don't know what you want, others will want you for what they know! You must know yourself!

Everyone has limitations. Know that when you always say __ wish I am like someone else_, you are attempting to take alongside someone__ limitation you may not be able to manage.

The fact that everyone is doing something does not mean that__ the right things.

The world is a marketplace. We all are in business and what we areselling is our unique selves.

Self-awareness is the key to find our uniqueness. The latter increases our chance to succeed in our personal, career, and business lives...

There are people you wont miss, but wont forget either. Those people are unique

Over the years most of my peers had come to hate me__ never understood why. I guess I was just different and, like dogs, they could smell it. So I never had many friends.

Aberrant is not abhorrent

May we recognise the uniqueness of every individual and seek to complement each other.

What I am is what the LORD GOD has made of me.

Thinking, he walked ever more slowly and asked himself, What is it now that you were hoping to learn from doctrines and teachers, and what is it that they__ho taught you so much__ere unable to teach you? And, he decided, It was the Self whose meaning and nature I wished to learn. It was the Self I wished to escape from, wished to overcome. But I was unable to overcome it, I could only trick it, could only run away from it and hide. Truly, not a single thing in all the world has so occupied my thoughts as this Self of mine, this riddle: that I am alive and that I am One, am different and separate from all others, that I am Siddhartha! And there is not a thing in the world about which I know less than about myself, about Siddhartha!

For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?