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Fuck your personality if your best selfie doesn't get a hundred likes on Facebook.

Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.

Gansey siempre se había sentido dividido en dos: estaba el Gansey soberano, capaz de controlar cualquier situación y de hablar con cualquiera, y después estaba el Gansey más frágil, nervioso e inseguro, siempre impaciente y dominado por anhelos fantasiosos.

God created you not as an ordinary personality, but eminent, peculiar, and with a special assignment

God does not save us to make us forget our heritage, but to complete it.

Godliness is not just a doctrine, a belief or a principle, it has a personality.

God's image has been imprinted uniquely on each of us. In God's infinite creativity there are no duplicates; you are the only you there has ever been or ever will be.

Good advice is not often served in our favorite flavor.

Good listening places us on an edifice of learning complex human behavior.

Grandmother was like an opal. You could never be sure which colors were really there and which were just tricks of the light.

Gradually, as the children grew up, Katie lost all her tenderness although she gained in what people call character. She became capable, hard and far-seeing. She loved Johnny dearly but all the old wild worship faded away. She loved her little girl because she felt sorry for her. It was pity and obligation toward her that she felt rather than love.

Growth is a multistep process, but it is an actual process. Spiritual formation isn’t quite as slippery as some make it out to be. The first step is to crack ourselves open to see what we’re hiding, either deliberately or inadvertently, and to drag what is in the dark into the light. This is the process of self-discovery and self-awareness.

Groves, with his eye for sizing up people who could get things done, saw the deep ambition Oppenheimer covered with his surface charm.

He lost the great big outward thing, the good- looking package, and the real parts endured. They shine through like crazy, the brillian mind and humor, the depth of generosity, the intense blue yes, those beautiful hands.

He gives me the impression of being a spoilt child. (on Liszt)

He knew everything about big Mike Ainsel in this moment, and he liked Mike Ainsel. Mike Ainsel had none of the problems that Shadow had. Ainsel had never been married. Mike Ainsel had never been interrogated on a freight train by Mr. Wood an Mr. Stone. Televisions did not speak to Mike Ainsel (You want to see Lucy's tits? asked a voice in his head).

Henry liked fun and avoided when he could any solemn or serious matter, for he confused these with sorrow.

He realized without being aware of it that he had had the possibility to know her, before – had he known her? – but now that had changed. The possibility was gone. Now no one would know her unless she herself willed it. And there was nothing quite like the will he sensed in her now.

Harry sometimes wished that Lucille and Trinket could swap personalities; he thought Lucille was prettier, but Trinket rarely gave him any shit, which was nice.

Having a passive personality, is a soft way to live a dead life.

He glanced at her, musing on the wonder of a beautiful woman with a disagreeable personality.

He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: made him silent and deliberate, thoughtful: deep.

He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.

Here’s the thing - in this damned century, you’ll meet a lot of people who do a lot of things. What’s funny is the fact that the most desirable attributes of these people are nothing but developed and cultured thoughts. And these things come naturally to people who shine bright. The other guys just try to ape these thoughts, in an embarrassing attempt to recreate some of that magic. Sadly,- what looks beautiful as a natural quotient can be extremely funny and disgusting when replicated manually. Stop replicating feelings; else you’ll turn into one of those duplicate personalities. They’re wannabes. You don’t have to become one!

Her hair was longer than it used to be, and it veiled her shoulders like a shawl. She used it for protection. If there was one thing Sydney knew, it was hair. She loved beauty school and loved working in the salon in Boise. Hair said more about people than they knew, and Sydney understood the language naturally.

Her two outstanding characteristics were self-confidence and candor. The latter sometimes got her into hot water Durrance later told Charlotte, but the former kept it from scalding her.

He said, it's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. It's what distinguishes all great art from the other kind.

He was one of those who are not born handsome, but develop charming features with age by continuously engaging their brains with intelligent thoughts.

He was not a man of icy nature, but he loved to gather icicles about him.

He was a chicken in the outside world that turned into a lion on entering the house.

He was a six and a half foot scowl. (on Rachmaninov)

He who says that someone isn’t himself is a victim of statistics.

His features made him look striking, and I wondered if that was actually his personality.

He would never need a knife to spread a pat of butter on his toast. That smile would quickly melt it.

His [Morel's] nature was really like a sheet of paper that has been folded so often in every direction that it is impossible to straighten it out.

How can we “find ourselves” again? How can man “know himself”? He is a thing obscure and veiled. If the hare has seven skins, man can cast from him seventy times seven skins, and not be able to say: “Here you truly are; there is skin no more.” Also this digging into oneself, this straight, violent descent into the pit of one’s being, is a troublesome and dangerous business to start. You may easily take such hurt, that no doctor can heal you. And what is the point: since everything bears witness to our essence — our friendships and enmities, our looks and greetings, our memories and forgetfulnesses, our books and our writing!

Homes, Gamache knew, were a self portrait. A person's choice of color, furnishing, pictures, every touch revealed the individual. God, or the devil, was in the details. And so was the human. Was it dirty, messy, obsessively clean? Were the decorations chosen to impress, or were they a hodgepodge of personal history? Was the space cluttered or clear? He felt a thrill every time he entered a home during an investigation.

Houses, like people, have their own peculiarities.

How do you know when it's me?" "Your footsteps are apologetic?" "What does that mean?" She turned, smiling wiping her hands on her long, black skirt. "It doesn't mean anything," she said. "Everybody else here just does what they want to do and doesn't think twice about it. But you're never sure.

How to see anyone that he or she is a personality or just an ordinary person Sober, wise and mature minded people do not perform any false, fake, and torturing ways in any form that, make them personality The people, who adopt such ways, are just the ordinary and mindless person

How many yous have you been? How many, Lined up inside, Each killing the last?

I am a strong and powerful woman. I am proud to be a woman and I celebrate the qualities that I have as a woman. I am not defined by other people’s opinion of who I should be or what I should do as a woman. I determine that, not anyone else. I am not passed up for a position, title, or promotion because I am a woman. I fully deserve all the good things that comes my way. Irrespective of what anyone might think, being a woman places no boundaries or limits on my abilities. I can do anything I set my mind to. I celebrate my womanhood and I am beautiful both inside and out.

I absolutely look at people’s bookshelves. And I have some judgment. I mean, they’re openly showing you themselves.

I am a kind of joke, but the question is: which kind? My job is to keep everyone guessing.

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

i am either a storm or a drought. in-betweens have never been my thing.

I am not a visionary. I'm an engineer. I'm happy with the people who are wandering around looking at the stars but I am looking at the ground and I want to fix the pothole before I fall in.

I am not afraid of anything in the world. But I'm afraid of myself, afraid of what I will be in the future.

I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not one, I am not two, but I am a million things entwined I am a piece, I am a slice, strung together by the yarns of time.

I am a complicated person with a simple life and I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.