Quotes About Self-expression

I don't follow the food trends.

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Women are individuals in parenting, and why not?

Rip off your shirt. Do it. No one will mind. You're a Greek god. All any other guy can do is compare himself to you, and weep at his own inadequacies. Yeah, strut your stuff. Strut it down the self-help aisle. Strut it through the cookbooks section. Show them a body for life.

Really, I want to get this individualistic-thing down. I want to walk across the football field alone without looking like the last one picked to play soccer. I never was a cheerleader, I was a slut on my own with the thinking that if a tree has a good time and no one's around to hear it, it's not a slut. But sometimes you do need another tree around to double-dare you, or else you might end up doing nothing but watching TV when no one's around.

I / I am a girl who feels too American for love...they say I'm a child of an AT&T café olé telephone-commercial future where your nose is not flat enough to offend/and not pointy enough to cut the glass ceiling.

This is stupid. Very, very stupid. I don't even have a tear-stained dog to wave bye to me. But I told everyone I was gonna do this, so I gotta do it... or I will be living a life of feminist-sounding somedays. And I will be more responsible, powerful, and amazing afterward. I will be able to do anything and not self-consciously stare at elevator numbers when the doors close. I will look the other person in right the eye and nod hello.

Of course, I mean it. I don't talk for the pleasure of hearing my own voice, unlike some cats. - Yellowfang

Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

My color is my joy and not my burden...

People are at their happiest if they are true to themselves. I think that applies to their chosen profession, friends and relationships. It goes for your health too. If you are true to yourself, it seems to me everything should work out pretty well.

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.

Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I'm a boy. Like Dorian Gray." Dorian who?" I sighed. Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know." Sure thing, Gumdrop." I grimaced. I take that back. Let's stick with Grey.

Trying to be normal is the greatest abnormality in the world.

There is no greater crime than to stand between a man and his development; to take any law or institution and put it around him like a collar, and fasten it there, so that as he grows and enlarges, he presses against it till he suffocates and dies.

What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes; there is only one Beethoven.

Women have been trained to speak softly and carry a lipstick. Those days are over.

But the thing is, sometimes my whole tough girl act gets a little old, even for me. Especially when it's what everyone expects from me, all the time.

I think that when I wrote those early books I was timid. I still felt the incredible effrontery of announcing myself to the world (in part I mean the WASP world) as a writer and an artist. I had to touch a great many bases, demonstrate my abilities, pay my respects to formal requirements. In short, I was afraid to let myself go.

Ah, think not meanly of yourselves, and sink into no common mass of being, as if your individuality were ever destructible or not all significant. You are bounded and confined by the impassable limits of that mystery we call "ourselves."

Right from the start Abigail used to moan and fidget as her hair was relaxed or braided or thermally reconditioned, but her dad was determined that his child wasn't going to embarrass him in public. That all stopped when Abigail turned eleven and calmly announced that she had ChildLine on speed?dial and the next person who came near her with a hair extension, chemical straightener, or, God forbid, a hot comb, was going to end up explaining their actions to Social Services.

I think trying to be cool is the worst possible ambition - and I have never suffered from it.

There is hardly one in three of us who live in the cities who is not sick with unused self.