Quotes About Self-expression

wish for my child, for all our children, a world where they can be who they are and become their most loved, blessed, appreciated selves.

Easy is nice, but it's not as good as getting to be who you are or stand up for what you believe in.

what his father had been up to all these years, not entertaining his children but perfecting his world. If you wrote your own characters, they didn't disappoint you like real people did. If you told your own story, you got to pick your ending. Just being yourself never worked, but if you made yourself up, you got to be exactly who you knew yourself to be.

If you wrote your own characters, they didn't disappoint you like real people did. If you told your own story, you got to pick your ending. Just being yourself never worked, but if you made yourself up, you got to be exactly who you knew yourself to be.

Children learn many wonderful things in kindergarten. How to line up for lunch. How to use inside voices. How to not push people. Important life skills for sure. I use them every day myself. But they learn other things too: you have to conform, or people might not like you; you have to be the same because different doesn't feel good. At home, Claude's loved no matter what. At school, it sometimes feels the opposite: you are not loved no matter what.

Easy is nice, but it's not as good as getting to be who you are or stand up for what you believe in,' said Penn. 'Easy is nice, but I wonder how often it leads to fulfilling work or partnership or being.

if he's disappearing from the world, that's too high a price to pay for fitting in.

You wouldn't be weird. You would be you in a dress. Smart, sweet, kind, funny you in a dress. It would be okay.

Sometimes I think that my best writing comes from exposing my fears and vulnerabilities and hoping that nobody notices it's about me.

Neka žive kako ho?e, a ja ?u živeti kako ja ho?u. Ja ne mogu biti druk?ija… I sve bi trebalo da je druk?ije, sve… Ja ne mogu živeti druk?ije nego po srcu, a vi živite po pravilima.

The less attention I pay to what people want and the more attention I pay to just writing the book I want to write, the better I do.

One thing that helps is to give myself permission to write badly. I tell myself that I'm going to do my five or 10 pages no matter what, and that I can always tear them up the following morning if I want. I'll have lost nothing—writing and tearing up five pages would leave me no further behind than if I took the day off.

A woman needn't be dragged down by her functions.

Some say that I was once uncommonly beautiful, but I wouldn't wish beauty on any woman who has not her own freedom, and who chooses not the hands that claim her.

But I have long loved the written word, and come to see in it the power of the sleeping lion. This is my name. This is who I am. This is how I got here. In the absence of an audience, I will write down my story so that it waits like a restful beast with lungs breathing and heart beating.

I'm inhibited, isolated, haunted, unknown. However, I haven't compromised myself. And although I lie a good deal, it's mostly whimsical. I'm not living a lie, like the vindicator.

I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations. And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, And if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

My beauty comes from having my own style, living my own way and knowing my own mind.

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.

Everyone tells you it's all right to cry, but not enough people say it's all right if you don't want people to know.

I'll tell you why I'm Shirley," Count Olaf said. "I'm Shirley because I would like to be called Shirley, and it is impolite not to do so.

It was confusing pretending to be completely different people, particularly because it had been so long since the Baudelaires were able to be the people they really were. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny did not think of themselves as the sort of children who hid in the trunks of automobiles, or who wore disguises, or who tried to get jobs at the House of Freaks.

I'm not alone, I'm free. I no longer have to be a credit, I don't have to be a symbol to anybody I don't have to be a first to anybody.

I don't believe in Elvis I don't believe in Zimmerman I don't believe in Beatles. I just believe in me Yoko and me