Quotes about Conformity

The Wetheralls always went to church. They belonged to the vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.

It was the old New York way of taking life without effusion of blood: the way of people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than scenes, except the behaviour of those who gave rise to them.

the things that she took for granted gave the measure of those she had rebelled against.

It was the old New York way, of taking life 'without effusion of blood''; the way of people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency about courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than 'scenes,' except the behavior of those who gave rise to them.

That was the way of the world they lived in. Nobody questioned, nobody wondered any more-because nobody had time to remember.

All they wanted now was what she herself wanted only a few short hours ago: to be bowed to when they caught certain people's eyes; to be invited to one more dull house; to be put on the Rector's Executive Committees, and pour tea at the Consuless's "afternoons".

They belonged to the vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.

But that had been out-of-doors, under the open irresponsible night. Now, in the warm lamplit room, with all its ancient implications of conformity and order, she seemed infinitely farther away from him and more unapproachable.

Sin is ultimately against God. It is any failure to conform to the law of God in either action or attitude

No matter who we are, God does not adapt to please us; we always have to adapt to him.

You can't break through Hollywood formulaic points of view. I've tried, and I think I was more successful than anybody at doing it.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.