Quotes About Self-expression

He was different. He didn't waste his time with crap like that. He had living to do. He knew who he was and he didn't have anything to prove to anybody. He had no problem saying he made a mistake, or he didn't know. That's a sign of confidence in a person. People think it's the other way around. But it's only people who don't have their acts together who work so hard to make you think they do.

I either don't talk enough or I talk too much. There must be a right amount to talk. But I can never seem to find it." Another

My name is Wilhelmina," she said, "but call me Willie. I like it much better. I hate the name Wilhelmina.

After all, growing up is nothing but an argument with your parents on the topic of whether or not you are grown. You scream am so am so am so from the moment you're born, and they fire back are not are not are not from the moment they've got you, and on it goes until you can say it loudest.

She felt as she often did in class when she was nearly sure she had the right answer, but could not always make herself raise her hand.

The best way to be the kind of girl you want to be is to do what that girl would do.

Truth is: I was always that kind of girl. Truth is: they don't make dresses any whiter than mine. Truth is: I am not Demeter's daughter. I am Heisenberg's ripe tomato I am Niels Bohr's piece on the side. In the winter I am a particle. In the summer I am a wave. And I didn't get to be queen of hell by letting folks off easy.

Have I ever done anything of my own, an act or state that arose from Elefsis, and not careful, exquisite mimicry? Have they?

Being stern was like being underwater-she could do it, but never for long, and how her whole boy burned to come up for breath!

Tell it fast before you get scared and silence yourself. You'll never wish you'd held back a little more.

What's in a name?" rumbled Iago. "People will call you whatever they want. New owner, new name. If it bothers you, you oughtn't come when you're called. They'll learn eventually. I rarely come trotting when someone hollers for me. That's all a name's for, in the end.

I was born a girl in a world of Branwells, but I shall be more than I am meant.

The beauty Snow White's got has nothing to do with him. She's scarred up and suspicious and shameless. Her pretty's not for him. It's like saying the moon's got a fine figure on her. Maybe true, but what good is that to a man? Snow

My Daddy always said a lady's gotta sit still and hush her mouth except for please and thank you and you don't say. But it's not fair to do that to a girl. Talking is the most fun you can have. Clothes on, clothes off, it's everything in the world.

még ha le is vetsz minden egyes ruhadarabot, rajtad maradnak a titkaid, a történeted, a valódi neved. Meglehet?sen nehéz valóban mezítelenné válni. Keményen meg kell dolgoznod érte. Megfürdeni nem jelent egyet a p?reséggel, nem igazán. Csak megmutatod a b?rödet. A rókáknak és a medvéknek is van b?rük, így aztán nem szégyellem magam, ha ?k sem.

I'm gonna be good at something other than marrying, darlings. Besides, I don't want them. I don't even wanna screw them, how am I gonna marry them?

My mother had always taught me to write about my feelings instead of sharing really personal things with others, so I spent many evenings writing in my diary, eating everything in the kitchen and waiting for Mr. Wrong to call.

As I try to move beyond the stereotypes to express my inner consciousness, it's clear that how i am perceived inheres to who i am.

I wanted a Korean American therapist because I wouldn't have to explain myself as much. She'd look at me and just know where I was coming from. Out of the hundreds of New York therapists available on the Aetna database of mental health care providers, I found exactly one therapist with a Korean surname

I've been raised and educated to please white people and this desire to please has become ingrained into my consciousness. Even to declare that I'm writing for myself would still mean I'm writing to a part of me that wants to please white people. I didn't know how to escape it.

Even to declare that I'm writing for myself would still mean I'm writing to a part of me that wants to please white people. I didn't know how to escape it.

Overhaul the tired ethnic narratives that have automated our identities; that have made our lives palatable to a white audience but removed them from our own lived realities—and stop spelling ourselves out in the alphabet given to us.

If the shoe fits," she ground out, "lace up that bitch and wear it!

If you can't handle can't handle me in sweatpants, You don't deserve me in stilettos