You are not a special snowflake.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I am not a snowflake. I am not a sweet, infantilising symbol of fragility and life. I am a strong, fierce, flawed adult woman. I plan to remain that way, in life and in death.
You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
I'm not special, no more special than anybody else.
No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.
Opinions are like snowflakes, you know what I'm saying?
My family do not think I'm special - not one, one bit.
We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.
It's so fascinating to think about how each snowflake is completely individual - there are millions and millions of them, but each one is so unique.