Quotes About Self-expression

So to conclude my conclusion, follow your passion, stay true to yourself. Never follow anyone else's path, unless you're in the woods and you're lost and you see a path and by all means you should follow that. Don't give advice, it will come back and bite you in the ass. Don't take anyone's advice. So my advice to you is to be true to yourself and everything will be fine.

If someone says you're weird, say thank you.

We're all supposed to be different. I want so badly to encourage everyone to say, "Who am I and how do I want to live my life?

Beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. It's about knowing and accepting who you are.

Laugh. Laugh as much as you can. Laugh until you cry. Cry until you laugh. Keep doing it even if people are passing you on the street saying, "I can't tell if that person is laughing or crying, but either way they seem crazy, let's walk faster." Emote. It's okay. It shows you are thinking and feeling.

Find out who you are and figure out what you believe in. Even if it's different from what your neighbors believe in and different from what your parents believe in. Stay true to yourself. Have your own opinion. Don't worry about what people say about you or think about you. Let the naysayers nay. They will eventually grow tired of naying.

Just because he has black fingernails doesn't mean he's a monster-that's how you've defended yourself for years.

That's what my mother doesn't understand about my lipstick and dark clothes. I don't wear tattoos to freak her out; I wear them because I have to. It's me.

Before you can be eccentric you must know where the circle is.

I instinctively dress a bit tougher because I've spent a lot of time in the U.S. and I realised there was a certain image projected of me here. I've always been an absolute rebel. When I was in my teen years I had piercings and wore all black.

He'd never seen a lady's hair down in a public place, and here was Miss Jerningham - Gabby - blithely shaking her curls, as if the crowd of stevedores, sailors, and boatmen around her were naught. 'A lady does not groom herself in public!' 'I'm afraid I'm used to being on display,' she said brightly. 'In the village, my father and I were the only Europeans. My hair was considered to be a good-luck charm-

I decided that since my curves aren't going to disappear due to gorging on lettuce, I might as well flaunt them. If men like the bovine appeal, as you said, they're certainly going to get it.

They were looking for lovable women. Stella would be the first to admit that she failed on that front. She was too awkward, too outspoken, too argumentative. Too peculiar.

No wonder women wore layers of clothing. They had so much beauty to hide.

Women dress alike all over the world: they dress to be annoying to other women.

One song, 'All The Nasties', was about me, wondering aloud what would happen if I came out publicly: 'If it came to pass that they should ask – what would I tell them? Would they criticize behind my back? Maybe I should let them'. Not a single person seemed to notice what I was singing about.

Dare to be original in all you do i.e. be and remain yourself. For, people will appreciate/celebrate you more for being yourself than for copying someone else.

Dare to be/remain unique in all you do. For, you can't/won't make a difference if you decide to be like someone else/others.

You shouldn't live and long to be like someone else. Yes, because God made you to be you and never to long to be like someone else. And believe you me, no one can be like you. And you can't be like anybody out there. So, be you and remain you for life in anything you are doing presently and whatever you will do subsequently.

I was willing to be anything people told me to be. I didn't mind that I was dying inside because I didn't know how to live any other way. But how do you learn to breathe, then opt to be suffocated day in and day out

Once we appeal to our most intimate selves, once we begin to labor and to produce, we lay claim to gifts, we become unconscious of our own gaps. No one is in a position to admit that what comes out of his own depths might be worthless. "Self-knowledge"? A contradiction in terms.

Simt nevoia sa ies din mine si sa nu ma mai opresc,sa depasesc toate limitele care-au fost trecute vreodata,sa scap de sub tirania creierului.

a golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

Em prometia no dir mai res, no fer mai res que els altres poguessin emmagatzemar al seu cap per retreure-m'ho el dia que els donés la gana. No volia quedar mai més enterrat, immobilitzat per un munt de paraules, convertit en un retrat que em feien els altres i que jo no podía esborrar.