Quotes About Self-expression

A woman of a certain age must learn to hear what suits her purpose," Theodora said with a naughty smile. "Old women and cats do as they please.

No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.

Love as thou wilt

Never let anyone shame you into doing anything you don't choose to do. Keep your identity.

Well, I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone. I was Lola Rose. I just wished I looked more like my idea of Lola Rose.

No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.

My whole family knows I can't sing. My voice, my sister says, is just left of the key. Just right of the tune. But I sing anyway, whenever I can.

When we asked, What do you love? Sylvia looked around her perfectly pink room and said, I'm not the boss of me. How the hell would I even know.

That's all anybody is-themselves. People all the time wanting to change that.

One day I'd have full breasts, hips, and large hands. One day, my body would tell the world stories beneath the fabric of my clothes.

Before the world as they knew it ended, they stepped out in heels with straightening-comb burns on their ears, gartered stockings, and lipstick for the first time.

A certificate tells me that I was born. I repudiate this certificate: I am not a poet, but a poem. A poem that is being written, even if it looks like a subject.

Organic grow-your-own-granola food is not my style. When a style or a trend wants to impose a way of behaving on me, I do the exact opposite; I might even develop a particular fondness for potassium sorbate and sodium erythorbate.

Shy bairnes get nay toffee

You have too much social influence upon you. You are not going by your own nature. People do so many nonsensical life-negative things because they don't want to be left out of the scene around them.

Jack was confident that this year would be different. His sister was a goalie. He was a center. They both could be great players in their own way, and he intended to prove it.

By then I already knew that I wanted to have a powerful odor and would not care if it gave offense.

I had come to feel that my mother's love for me was designed solely to make me into an echo of her; and I didn't know why, but I felt that I would rather be dead than become just an echo of someone.

If you have a story to tell or a service to offer (it doesn't matter what), love yourself enough to choose yourself. Take control of your work, your life, your art. The tools are out there. Now you just need to use the tools inside yourself.

Nobody can tell you what to do. No matter what they pay you. No matter what obligations you feel you owe them. Every second defines you. Be who you are, not who anyone else is, or who anyone else wants you to be.

me di cuenta de que ps no sé de que sí la estaba haciendo ¿no? de que sí la estoy haciendo de que en realidad hago lo que quiero y cuando quiero y eso ps yo creo que eso es la felicidad ¿no? hacer lo que quieras y cuando lo quieras hacer ¿verdad? sin más pedos claro a veces me canso a veces sí me harto como todo el mundo y entonces sí me dan ganas de mandar todo a la chingada

In a world of beings who don't exist, who self-destruct and erase themselves, perhaps one should make a valiant effort to at least draw oneself. Maybe that's where all the sex comes from- to feel real.

Understand yourself, accept yourself, but do not be yourself.

Stop caring what other people think Erin. Life's too short to live by other people's rules