Quotes About Self-expression

But wouldn't you like to be free to be happy in some other way, Lenina? In your own way, for example; not in everybody else's way.

EÄŸer farkl?ysan, yaln?zl??a mahkûm oluyorsun.

Did you ever feel,' he asked slowly, 'as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it the chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you could be using if you knew how?

No te gustaría tener la libertad de ser feliz... de otra manera? A tu modo, por ejemplo; no a la manera de todos.

Todas las personas que no se conforman con la ortodoxia, que tienen ideas propias. En una palabra, personas que son alguien.

Having the freedom to be a round peg in a square hole.

He was wondering how anyone could talk so loud, could boast so extravagantly. It was as though the man had to shout in order to convince himself of his own existence.

Kendim olmay? ye?lerim, dedi. Surats?z da olsa kendim olay?m. Ne kadar ne?eliyse de ba?ka biri olmak istemem. kidega.com

We [of Thelema] are whole-hearted extroverts; the penalty of restricting one self is anything from neurosis to down right lunacy; in particular, melancholia.

There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt. Love is the law, love under will.

For the first time in my life I was being absolutely myself, freed from all inhibitions of body, intellect and training...I seem to remember asking myself if I was insane and answering Of course I am-sanity is a compromise. Sanity is the thing that keeps one back.

Do what thou wilt, the most sublimely austere ethical precept ever uttered, despite its apparent license.

Disobedience is one of the few tricks you have left to hang on to the idea that you continue to exist distinctively and are still reliably connected to the person who bore your name on the outside.

We should all busy ourselves in being who we are, although many of us do not and spend so much time and energy being something else. We try to be what others want us to be, or what we ourselves want to be. And then we suddenly realise that our lives have shot past and we have not got round to being who we really

She was of traditional build herself, but her figure was largely concealed by the folds of a generously cut shift dress made out of a flecked green fabric. It was like a tent, thought Mma Ramotswe--a camouflage tent of the sort that the Botswana Defence Force might use. But I do not sit in judgement on the dresses of others, she told herself, and a tent was a practical enough garment, if that is what one felt comfortable in.

The important thing is to carry on doing what you're doing,' she said. 'And not to do what you think other people think you should do. You should do what you do as well as you possibly can.

He had gone through life tiptoeing round Irene's sensitivities, apologising for being who he was, and now it was over. There would be no more apologies. He was free.

We should all busy ourselves in being who we are

Number 1," read Dr Fairbairn. "People making me do things I don't want to do. I hate this. I hate this. Every day I have to do things that other people want me to do and it leaves me no time to do any of the things I want to do. And nobody asks me what I want to do, anyway.

He looked again at Angel. Her blonde hair, shoulder length, had been tied back with a red ribbon. A red ribbon stood for carnality—of course it did. And her blouse was tight—deliberately so. You don't wear clothes that are tight unless you want to get out of them at the first opportunity—everybody knew that. And her jeans were close-fitting, and even her shoes looked several sizes too small for the feet that were within.

Bill and Ed did not look as bad as the other two, but they both had six or seven large gold rings in each ear, and this made them rattle when they walked.

We were all just people who chose to call ourselves by curious things known as names, and the only significant difference between any of us lay in what we did with our lives.

This advertisement let you be yourself, which is what most people really wanted, when you came to think of it.

And yet, she suddenly wondered, should you actually lie about how much Proust you've read?