Quotes About Self-expression

One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time and in others' minds.

Nobody has a right to speak more clearly than he thinks.

The trouble with most photographers, and for that matter also with painters, and other people, is, that they are always trying to do something which is outside of themselves. In consequence they produce nothing that means anything to those who have the gift or intuition for truth: all else is really not worth a tinker's damn.

The proper word for me," Robin Goodman says, "is me.

How are you feeling? Mrs Rock said. I'm okay, George said. I think it's because I don't think I am. You're okay because you don't think you're okay? Mrs Rock said. Feeling, George said. I think I'm okay because I don't think I'm feeling.

Masturbation is common, sex is a normal part of adult life, and we can talk about it without fear. By

My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage." - Aunt Frances

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

Beauvoir was untouched by the criticisms; her diary was a record of one consciousness, her own: "This is what I saw and how I saw it. I have not tried to say more.

our production of the world, our interpretation of it, what we've been told to experience and what we've been told we have to do, both worry and distress me. I don't want to live in someone else's dream.

I am the only language I can understand.

I can't accept an identity others give me; I won't be your person.

I think writing really helps you heal yourself. I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write, as opposed to what will make money, or what will make fame.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, day and night, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight Ã¢â'¬Â¦ It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, day and night, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight Ã¢â'¬Â¦ It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. —e. e. cummings, poet and playwright

I've spent so many years withholding parts of myself, sacrificing my spirit to make others feel comfortable. But now, I'm done with pretending, with living in a prison of my own creation. I'm done with dimming my light.

I don't have to fit in. None of us does. Our uniqueness isn't a scar, but a beauty mark. What makes us different is also what makes us wildly, boldly, and marvelously who we were born to be.

I don't have to fit in. None of us does. Our uniqueness isn't a scar, but a beauty mark. What makes us different is also what makes us wildly, boldly, and marvelously who we were born to be.

Who are we really? What are all the various pieces that form us? Which parts of ourselves do we embrace or dismiss, and what does that mean or not mean? Most of us are comfortable with expressing certain aspects of ourselves, while other sides might get left in the shade by default. For me, the latter was apparently happening on an unconscious level.

And when I reveal my true heart, not everyone is going to approve. What I know now is that I don't need them to.

We adjust ourselves to fit, to adapt to others' ideas of who we should be. We shift ourselves not in sweeping pivots, but in movements so tiny that they are hardly perceptible, even in our view. Years can pass before we finally discover that, after handing over our power piece by small piece, we no longer even look like ourselves.

At a certain moment, women in cultures that glamorize their images and suffocate their minds, that set them on pedestals while requiring their silence and modesty, cease to be either silent or modest.

Se quitó el 'de' de su apellido de casada y lo tiró por encima del hombro. Al caer, el 'de' produjo un estallido de cacerolas de aluminio rodando por las escaleras de la casa: pram pata pram porque la mujer no es propiedad de nadie, ni siquiera del marido pram pram.

As we leave the tribal culture of childhood behind, we lose contact with instinctive joy in self-expression: with the creative imagination, spontaneous emotion, and the ability to see the world as full of wonders.