A Quote by Sophia Amoruso

You are not a special snowflake. — © Sophia Amoruso
You are not a special snowflake.
Every avalanche begins with the movement of a single snowflake, and my hope is to move a snowflake.
What's wrong with being a snowflake? I think if you're calling someone a snowflake that just means you've been upset by something they're saying. We're all vulnerable, get over it.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
I grew up thinking I was going to change the world, but not because I was treated like a special snowflake. It's a silly label. People are starving. We need to feed them. That's the end of the conversation.
The cause of the six-sided shape of a snowflake is none other than that of the ordered shapes of plants and of numerical constants; and since in them nothing occurs without supreme reason-not, to be sure, such as discursive reasoning discovers, but such as existed from the first in the Creators's design and is preserved from that origin to this day in the wonderful nature of animal faculties, I do not believe that even in a snowflake this ordered pattern exists at random.
I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, 'Why?' Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, 'No, that's not right.' Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
I'm special, in a way that is good. I don't have to explain 'special.' There is no definition for special. Special speaks for itself.
Every snowflake is unique, yet they are each perfect.
No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.
No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place.
Each snowflake in an avalanche pleads not guilty.
The snowflake never needs to feel responsible for the avalanche.
Each person's grief journey is unique as a fingerprint or a snowflake.
Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?
In life, no two days are the same for me. It's like a snowflake.
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