I'm really just an ordinary person.
There's value in being a normal person.
Let us create extraordinary words, on condition that they be put to the most ordinary use and that the entity they designate be made to exist in the same way as the most common object.
I live a normal life.
I am just an ordinary man.
Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.
Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.
Life seems so vulgar, so easily content with the commonplace things of every day, and yet it always nurses and cherishes certain higher claims in secret, and looks about for the means of satisfying them.
Guess what? I am an ordinary person.
Looking back, I just think I was a really average sort of girl.
We're all pretty ordinary on paper.
The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time.
