Quotes About Self-expression

I tried being reasonable, but I didn't like it.

If a person is confident enough in the way they feel, whether it's an art form or whether it's just in life, it comes off---you don't have anything to prove; you can just be who you are.

If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself and your dreams.

A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.

I don't do fashion, I AM fashion.

And I was very shy as a kid if you sang me 'Happy Birthday ' I would cry. Quite shy. So the idea of being an actor, much less a model, was just out of this world.

I am an advisor to prime ministers and presidents – a man loved and admired by the masses. I deserve my house and, damn it, I should be allowed to decide what I do with it. If I so wish to cover it in ice cream and lick it, that is my prerogative.' Mr

Being an American is about having the right to be who you are. Sometimes that doesn't happen.

We are all Expressionists part of the time. Sometimes we just want to scream loudly at injustice, or to stand up and be counted. These are noble motives, but any serious revolutionist must often deprive himself of the pleasures of self-expression. He must judge his actions by their ultimate effects on institutions.

The true history of mankind will be, in the strict sense, the history of free individuals, so that the interest of the whole will be woven into the individual existence of each.

Becoming our own person, breaking free from our "ought selves"—the identity molded by important people in our lives—is at the heart of the transition process.7 So is ridding ourselves of an unhealthy overidentification with the organizations that employ us, a harder-to-recognize but equally problematic self-definition.

Up until now, her makeup and mini-skirt had served as a sort of armour. And ocne you fitted yourself out with armour like that it was hard to take off.

Could he possibly believe a purple tunic over a butler- yellow shirt and scarlet pants became him.

He follows his own way these days, even more than most of us. 'Twas as goof a description of madness as any I've heard.

So many schools are getting rid of music programs and it's really sad because I know that when I started singing and stuff it was something that I always wanted to do and I never believed in myself to be able to do it.

A printing press that can write its own books? A mind that thinks about itself? If I don't have it, at least the King of France doesn't either.

Do you know what I hate? I hate to be part of this play, which is entirely devised by him. I hate the time it will take that could be better spent, I hate it that minds could be better employed, I hate to see our lives going by, because depend upon it, we will all be feeling our age before this pageant is played out.

I am as I am and so will I be But how that I am, none knoweth truly Be it evil, be it well, be I bound, be I free, I am as I am and so will I be … … But how that is I leave to you. Judge as ye list, false or true Ye know no more than afore ye knew Yet I am as I am, whatever ensue.

I don't think people should have boundaries put on them, by themselves or society or another gender, because it's our birthright to experience life in whatever way we feel best suits us.

We cannot live in a world interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a hope. Part of the terror is to take back our listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

I fought all my life for women to make their own choices, in their personal and professional lives. I made mine.

I'm undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair.

Vivi blows a noisemaker. "Here," she says, passing out paper crowns for us to wear. "This is ridiculous," I complain, but put mine on. Cardan looks at his reflection in the door of the microwave and adjusts his crown so it's at an angle. I roll my eyes, and he gives me a quick grin.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.