Quotes About Self-expression

Turnstall's view of what men could and couldn't do was sometimes odd. Our old parter Goodwin and I agreed that there was no manly or unwomanly, only what you chose to do.

Their life was aimless, that was, literally without aims. This was what living was about, they said. Not to join in, become imprisoned by rules and inhibitions. One should simply exist.

No one asks a robot what he wants.

But you have to realize, there is no such thing as this tidy little box you think you have to fold up and fit into; it simply does not exist. That's what I'm learning, learning as we speak.

Unmarried Lady Sorts of Things By Lady Olivia Bevelstoke, Unmarried Lady Wear pastel colors (and be quite glad if you possess the correct complexion for such hues). Smile and keep your opinions to yourself (with whatever success you are able). Do what your parents tell you to do. Accept the consequences when you don't. Find a husband who won't bother to tell you what to do.

If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive." —Audre Lorde

On the whole, I think women wear too much and are to fussy. You can't see the person for all the clutter.

But hell would have to freeze over before I ever wore a dress.

If I was alone I'd find something to do. Read or work on homework or doodle, fake it, so if I was alone it'd look like I wanted to be alone.

Big women do themselves a disservice when they attempt to become the Righteous Fat (the Righteous Thin are bad enough, all that running around and sweating, somehow believing it means anything).

No matter how old and glorious the models, sad indeed is the woman who sees fashion as a means of self-expression rather than an agent of social control.

When I die, I want them to bury me facedown and ass up so that the whole world can kiss my ass!

I'm sure any vocal teacher that listens to me would rather cut my throat than do anything - I do everything all wrong - but I think for me that's the best - because I don't think I have a voice so I think what I project would be style - if I learned to sing I'd lose my style.

And if anyone asks, you're Chinese. The boy had nodded. "Chinese," he whispered. "I'm Chinese." "And I," said the girl, "am the Queen of Spain." "In your dreams," said the boy. "In my dreams," said the girl, "I'm the King.

Sometimes, if you want to be happy, you've got to run away to Bath and marry a punk rocker. Sometimes you've got to dye your hair cobalt blue, or wander remote islands in Sicily, or cook your way through Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a year, for no very good reason.

Maybe if the men in my life weren't always making smart-ass comments, they wouldn't have to worry about bruises so much.

Even feminists who never wore a skirt or make-up went crazy about Kickers, or wore beautifully hand-painted boots in rainbow colors; they adorned themselves with rings and long, bright earrings made of feathers, beads or metal—drawing attention with all these, and with their brightly flashed hair, away from the body and toward its periphery.

Once in a while it happens that I vomit up a bunny... it's not reason for one to blush and isolate oneself and to walk around keeping one's mouth shut.

Están del otro lado, protegidos por el rompeolas del tiempo; sus cóleras y sus insatisfacciones pertenecen al mundo, a la política o al arte, nunca a ellos mismos, a su relación más profunda.

Being a failure at living your own life as best as you can is better than being a success living the life somebody else says you should live.

How hurtful it can be to deny one's true self and live a life of lies just to appease others.

The expression of hatred for your enemies is sometimes the only way to end self-hatred.

Sure enough, we have plenty of exposure to white everything so why would we opt to remain our African/Asian/Mexican selves? The answer is that suicide is absolute, and if you think you will survive by hiding who you really are, you are sadly misled: There is no such thing as partial or intermittent suicide. You can only survive if you--who you really are--do survive.

She's applying her lipstick; I've always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.