Quotes About Self-expression

Sometimes,' she said, remembering that morning, 'I write poems that are taller than I am

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Look at me--a big old black man under all of this makeup, and if I can look beautiful, so can you.

I change clothes at least three times a day. It's the only way I can justify all the shopping I do. Prada to the grocery store? Yes! Gucci to the dry cleaner's? Why not? Dolce & Gabbana to the corner deli? I insist!

You are born naked, the rest is drag.

But I will not be ignored. The soul that lives inside this body will not be ignored. I am here to stay.

Don't let the weight of the world flatten your weave.

We often play small, so as not to threaten other people. We don't want to intimidate them by our brightness, but the truth is, you do them and yourself a disservice by dimming what you've been given—your intelligence, your light. Those are your gifts.

When in doubt, go for a three-quarter pose at the camera. It's an angle that captures the best of the cheekbones, the chin line, and a long neck.

Why not put on your best everyday? Put your best foot forward. Even if it's just for yourself, even if it's for a trip to the grocery store.

Rose had enough of standing back and doing nothing. Of being told to sit still and behave and go to work and wear this and say that, of being told what to do by men, and boys, and her mother, and teachers, and bosses, and boyfriends, by the Doctor and the Nestene and everyone in between. Above her, the world was ending. In front of her, the Doctor was dying. At her feet, Mickey was blubbing. Well, to hell with that.

Like flocks of small dark birds, hidden parts of the self weep

There are advantages to the way I look. When no one expects anything of you they leave you alone and you can do whatever you want.

Parents, teachers, government - they all teach you how to live the dreary, deadening life of a slave, but nobody teaches you how to live normally.

I think I've been incredibly raw my whole career. A lot of people spend a lot of time trying to look cool and spend time being guarded and putting up walls. I just never had the time. It seems more honest to say, 'Hey, this is who I am.'

You can be as FREE as you WANT to be - what does that look like for YOU?

One bright pansy popping through a sidewalk crack will get weeded or stepped on; it's not until twenty fabulous flowers bust through and the pavement is ruined anyway that someone decides maybe it isn't a sidewalk at all, but a flower garden. So please, for the love of gender--go bloom.

When people speak admiringly of a butch, what I see is someone who has taken on the best gendered characteristics of both woman and man, left a lot of the stuff born of misogyny and heterosexism behind, and walked forward into the world without apology.

But if I can't go from the body I have to a body that I am certain would feel very right—right like having wings would be or even right like wearing spats would be—then I think, maybe not for me.

One habit I have not yet succeeded in getting rid of: the inveterate one of feeling that when at home I must sit at my desk for so long each day to write, not letters whether of business or of friendship, but printable stuff, even when there is no idea of publishing connected with it. If I have failed to do it, I feel morally hang-doggy and physically unclean.

Then don't give me a deadline. Let me do it in my own way." "As you have been until now, keeping every man at arm's length, scaring them away with your target shooting?" Gran shook her head. "You cannot fall in love if you do not let a man close. And you will not let a man close unless you have a reason. I know you. If I rescind that ultimatum, you will bury yourself on this estate and never come out.

I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.

And you'll see black women wearing these green and pink and purple and red and platinum-blonde wigs. They're all more ridiculous than a slapstick comedy. It makes you wonder if the Negro has completely lost his sense of identity, lost touch with himself.

La mejor forma de defenderte, es no parecerte al ellos