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You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same. ↗

— Jonathan Davis

#different #i #laugh #me #same

Very slowly using two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water. Octavian made a squeaking sound. "What was that for? I didn't say toss it! That could've been evidence. Or spoils of war!" Annabeth tried for a dumb-blonde smile, like: Oh, silly me. Nobody who knew her would have been fooled. But Octavian seemed to buy it. He huffed in exasperation. "You other two..." He pointed his blade a Hazel and Piper. "Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus--" All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth's dagger. "You dropped this," he said, totally poker-faced. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#fighting #octavian #percy-jackson #seawater #smile

He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#flaws #love #realizations #sydney-sage #love

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#mermaid #observation #singing #love

Know the rules well, so you can break them effectively. ↗

— Dalai Lama XIV

#rules #rules

A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#conformity

No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#existentialism #conformity

Redheaded women buck like goats. ↗

— James Joyce

#sexuality #sexuality

It is easier to make our wishes conform to our means than to make our means conform to our wishes. ↗

— Robert E. Lee

#expectations #conformity

If New Orleans is not fully in the mainstream of culture, neither is it fully in the mainstream of time. Lacking a well-defined present, it lives somewhere between its past and its future, as if uncertain whether to advance or to retreat. Perhaps it is its perpetual ambivalence that is its secret charm. Somewhere between Preservation Hall and the Superdome, between voodoo and cybernetics, New Orleans listens eagerly to the seductive promises of the future but keeps at least one foot firmly planted in its history, and in the end, conforms, like an artist, not to the world but to its own inner being--ever mindful of its personal style. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#conformity #future #history #mainstream #new-orleans