Quotes About Self-expression

Non c'è niente di male nell'essere arrabbiato: nessuno te lo proibisce. Ma ti ci vuole una quantità tremenda di energia per continuare a fare finta di non esserlo.

Since we must and do write each our own way, we may during actual writing get more lasting instruction not from another's work, whatever its blessings, however better it is than ours, but from our own poor scratched-over pages. For these we can hold up to life. That is, we are born with a mind and heart to hold each page up to, and to ask: is it valid?

The first act of insight is throw away the labels. In fiction, while we do not necessarily write about ourselves, we write out of ourselves, using ourselves; what we learn from, what we are sensitive to, what we feel strongly about--these become our characters and go to make our plots. Characters in fiction are conceived from within, and they have, accordingly, their own interior life; they are individuals every time.

People live their own way, and to a certain extent I almost believe they may die their own way, Laurel.

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Want to give up saving the world and come play with me?" There is something utterly fearless about her that I admire. While I've been fretting about how to put my skills to better use for humanity and almost dying or getting imprisoned in the process, here's a free spirit who's decided to let the world figure its own shit out while she has a blast making a fortune's worth of fuck-you money.

Opportunity beckoned. As the Princess admitted: 'I have learned much over the last years. From now on I am going to own myself and be true to myself. I no longer want to live someone else's idea of what and who I should be. I am going to be me.

for only with independence can you let your own life express itself naturally. To be tied down to someone else's routine, doing things you dislike Ã¢â'¬â€œ that is not life Ã¢â'¬â€œ not for me .

People … don't want to be cured or changed or eliminated. They want to be whoever it is that they've come to be.

E per chi ti trucchi così, eh?" "Per me. Una donna mette in risalto la propria bellezza per stare bene con se stessa.

I know you're almost forty, look almost thirty, think you're just over twenty and act as though you're barely ten.

My life will not be an apology. It will be a statement.

If you join some kind of association, your own true way of thinking gets shackled. You do things just to give yourself that feeling of ease.

I never fall apart, because I never fall together.

her friends, feeling the change, soon left off trying to be poor little imitations of grown-up people, and began at last to enjoy themselves; for true enjoyment does not consist in showing off, but in being our simple, natural selves, if people would only believe it.

Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.

I would really like to have had the guts and the energy and so on to be able to write about, you know, people having battles with the DHSS. But I...I haven't. They're dull things. I mean, I'm an arty person. OK, I write overblown, purple, self-indulgent prose. So fucking what?

Okay, I write overblown, purple, self-indulgent prose. So fucking what?

Why do you do up your hair in those tortured plaits, now, Melanie? Why? Because, she said. You know that's no answer. You're spoiling your pretty looks, pet. Come here. She did not move. He ground out his cigarette on the window-ledge and laughed. Come here, he said again, softly. So she went.

All artists, they say, are a little mad. This madness is, to a certain extent, a self-created myth designed to keep the generality away from the phenomenally close-knit creative community. Yet, in the world of the artists, the consciously eccentric are always respectful and admiring if those who have the courage to be genuinely a little mad.

Fevvers felt that shivering sensation which always visited her when mages, wizards, impresarios came to take away her singularity as though it were their own invention, as though they believed she depended on their imaginations n order to be a woman. She felt herself turning, willy-nilly, from a woman into an idea.

Um, am I the only person who is walking around without underwear on today? I know I can't be. This isn't the first time this has happened to me, and I know if it's happened to me more than once, it's happened to someone else at least one time. I'm three quarters short of clean draws.

Not many people know this about me but I'm a natural blonde. My hair went from light blonde naturally to a darker kind of blonde. My mother dyed my hair dark when I was a child as I loved the look then. So I'm basically a natural blonde.

When I was four years old they tried to test my IQ, they showed me this picture of three oranges and a pear. They asked me which one is different and does not belong, they taught me different was wrong.