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Fell in love first, Fell in love quickly—Like I was pushed. Fell in love next, Fell in love slowly—Like I was strolling. Falling in love now And feeling crazy. Thinking of closing my eyes And jumping.

Flowers are evil, because they live just to die for the love of other people. You don’t believe me? Try it for yourself and see if you’ll be good afterwards. Undeath is a way of life, for some things. That doesn’t make it good or anything. Especially anything. Nothing makes anything anything. Because nothing is a serious matter, and anything just is.

For a clever man, different cultures, different lives, different attitudes, different dreams, different of everything are a good teacher! You only take the things you already know from somebody or something like you!

For in today’s generation of teenagers finding acceptance is hard, especially for those who dare to be different-then it’s impossible.

Fortuitous, unexpected beauty is the best beauty because it is unique, and what is unique is remembered.

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

God gave all the animals, birds, plants, trees etc. the same faces and appearances. Sometimes, the colours are different. Say, a white cat and a black cat; but, their faces are same. All the parrots look same, so are the mynas. Though there are bigger parrots, even they look the same compared to the other bigger ones. But, humans have different faces and colours. There are 700 crores people on earth. Remarkably, one face is different from another! Though we have two eyes, one nose, two ears etc. but still every person looks different and God intentionally did it so that we can easily identify ourselves. If all the humans had the same face, then maybe we had to add our names or numbers to our foreheads!

Good" is subjective. What is good for you, may not be good for me.

Grow up and be different and don’t let anyone tell you not to be different, because all superheroes are different.

Got an idea to start", "Thinking to start" and "Making a commitment to start" is one aspect of life. Actually "Starting" what you truly want to do in life, is a completely different ball game.

Good or bad, if you’re not “normal,” you can’t have a normal relationship. If you are different, people will relate to you differently.

Have you ever watched kids on a playground? There will be one kid taller than all the rest. He’s out there playing, and he’s the tallest one. But he doesn’t know he’s tall. Maybe on some level it registers with him that the other kids in his class are shorter, that he has to look down to meet their eyes when he’s close to them, but he never really thinks much about it. “Later, if the difference stays and he remains taller than others, somebody will say something about his height. Maybe they’ll tease him and call him a freak. Then he’ll fully realize he’s taller than normal. He still won’t think much about it, though, until others point it out to him all the time.

He got why Eleanor tried so hard to look different. Sort of. It was because she was different - because she wasn't afraid to be.

He blesses us so we can be different.

He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch the life return.

He knew nothing would ever be the same from that moment on. He hoped he was wrong.

Here's to the kids who are different, The kids who don't always get A's, The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers, And noses that go on for days... Here's to the kids who are different, The kids they call crazy or dumb, The kids who don't fit, with the guts and the grit, Who dance to a different drum... Here's to the kids who are different, The kids with the mischievous streak, For when they have grown, as history's shown, It's their difference that makes them unique!

He no longer loves the person whom he loved ten years ago. I quite believe it. She is no longer the same, nor is he. He was young, and she also; she is quite different. He would perhaps love her yet, if she were what she was then.

He’s becoming useless. Worse than useless,” Sam said. Then, relenting, he said, “We’ll get past it.” “You mean you and Quinn?” “Yeah.” Astrid considered just keeping her mouth shut, not pushing it. But this was a talk she needed to have with Sam sooner or later. “I don’t think he’s going to get over it.” “You don’t know him that well.” “He’s jealous of you.” “Well, of course I am so terribly handsome,” Sam said, straining to make a joke of it. “He’s one kind of person, you’re another. When life is going along normally, you’re sort of the same. But when life turns strange and scary, when there’s a crisis, suddenly you’re completely different people. It’s not Quinn’s fault, really, but he’s not brave. He’s not strong. You are.

He's mad at me." "For what?" "For not being like him." Eleanor looked dubious. "Has he been mad at you for the last sixteen years?" "Basically.

How do I think different from the Crowd?? I just watch different stuff, different from the crowd this put's me in problems which are different than the crowd Problems!

...his size drew attention from everyone who happened to glance downwards. But Mulch quickly discovered that Mud People could find a reason to distrust almost anyone. Height, weight, skin colour, religion. It was almost safer to be different in some way.

hoped to prove that science and religion are two totally compatible fields—two different approaches to finding the same truth.

How old were you when you realized you were... different?' Logan opened his mouth, then smiled slyly, 'What sort of different? Gay different, magic different, or just plain fucked-in-the-head-crazy different?' Collin bit back a smile at Logan's delivery, 'Magic different.' 'Ah,' Logan said, 'Pity, the other stories are a lot more fun.

How to love is the real question. We all know to love and to keep loving more, but man's confusion comes from the differing opinions on how to love. The Church will always be accused of not loving enough by human standards - which should be its motivation to love more - however that is, in many cases, because its focus is and should also be to love on levels of eternal significance. This is the level of love that will inevitably go unnoticed by those who do not believe in eternity.

I am not like other men and I never have been.

I advise all people that have had an interaction with the police to obtain a copy of the police report, as you may find a very different story in there to what actually occurred.

I am a traditionalist; proud to be eccentric; delighted to be different.

I am the best that you can ever get, if you compare me to ME.

I am strange; I show different things; So please Don’t think I don’t love you Because the truth Is the opposite

I am crazy enough to think I owe the world a change.

If love comes to you in a way that isn't the norm then at least it came to you; not everyone is that lucky.

I don't want to hide. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to wander off into the desert in shame and die and become vulture food. Or end up keeling over just because I'm too self-conscious to leave the house. Cause of Death: Unnecessary Loneliness.

I finally believed it was actually a beautiful thing to be unique and to be different.

If we weren’t already doing it this way, is this the way we would start?

If you don’t fit into the ideal box of normal or what’s acceptably different, then you’re just another patient of missed diagnoses that fill the pockets of every multi-million dollar pharmaceutical company.

If you are not different from others very distinctively, you are not different from others at all!

If you are different you will be rejected. . . If you are same you will be accepted. . . so which one do you wanna be ?

If you cannot peacefully coexist with many different cultures and beliefs, then you should probably not be living in the USA.

If you don't fit into a box you can always try to fit into a circle.

If you do something different, you leave your herd! And to leave your herd means to reborn with creative abilities!

If You See Things As It Is, You Will Never Know What It Is

If you have carefully examined hundred people you met in your life journey, it means that you have read hundred different books! Every person you know is a book; world is full of walking books; some are boring, some are marvellous, some are weak, some are powerful, but they are all useful because they all carry different experiences of different paths!

I guess the message in the songs is that is shouldn't matter if someone moves differently, or looks differently, or talks differently. Is biotic differently. What matters is that we're all thinking beings, and if we are thinking beings we ought to be able to find common ground somewhere.

If you want to be different, if you want to be better than normal, then you must live differently.

I guess not being ‘just like them’ is a crime.

If you want to change yourself, you have to change your point of view.

I have rooted myself into this quiet place where I don’t need much to get by. I need my visions. I need my books. I need new thoughts and lessons, from older souls, bars, whisky, libraries; different ones in different towns. I need my music. I need my songs. I need the safety of somewhere to rest my head at night, when my eyes get heavy. And I need space. Lots of space. To run, and sing, and change around in any way I please—outer or inner—and I need to love. I need the space to love ideas and thoughts; creations and people—anywhere I can find—and I need the peace of mind to understand it.

I know the consequences of what I’ve done. Kill me if You must. There was a long silence, and I could sense Her softening, that strange affection She shared with me above the others. Do you think I rejoice in death? I raised my head. What? There is no joy for Me in punishing you or in taking lives. I do what I must to survive. And not only would I not delight in your death, I would mourn it. You must know by now how dear you are to Me. I swallowed. Why me? Why do I have Your favor more so than the others? She was so tender with me, lifting me up from the sand as if She were cradling a baby. Considering her timelessness and my temporariness, I practically was a newborn in Her eyes. Throughout My many, many years and all the sirens I’ve carried in My hands, none of them has considered Me as you do. There’s been a detachment, a deliberate isolation between them and Me. But you? You come to Me with a sweetness, an attempt to understand. You come to Me even when you are not called. I feel for you what a mother feels for her daughter. To end your life would be to end Mine. I cried again. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt You.

I hear preached in our charismatic churches, which basically borders on sowing and reaping, giving and receiving. I thought there must be a different format to that message