I don't want to be a passenger in my own life.

Whatever glory belongs to the race for a development unprecedented in history for the given length of time a full share belongs to the womanhood of the race.

Only so far as a man believes strongly mightily can he act cheerfully or do anything worth doing.

Who you are is a necessary step to being who you will be.

There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder.

From without no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves unless some interior responding wonder meets it.

When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in a rather scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less.

When I said, "I am my mother, but I'm not," I was saying my path would be my own.

A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don't want to see. If we refuse to face our shadow, it will...

It was one of those moments-which sometimes occur only at the interval of years-when a man's moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind's eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself...

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

If you've got it, flaunt it. And if you don't got it? Flaunt it. 'Cause what are we even doing here if we're not flaunting it?

But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain and nothing else. There's the rub. Then they recede, or I, till they fill me with amaze and wonder, seen from a...

To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was.

To be always what I am - and so changed from what I was.

You are accompanied through life, Emily Jesse occasionally understood, not only by the beloved and accusing departed, but by your own ghost too, also accusing, also unappeased.

Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.

If you're hoping for salvation or whatever, it has very little merit in it. I was referring to the final battle on the threshold of eternal darkness, with oneself the only witness.

Was everyone else really as alive as she was?... If the answer was yes, then the world, the social world, was unbearably complicated, with two billion voices, and everyone's thoughts striving in equal...

She thought back to what he had said. /I could make you very happy./ It was something men said then, when they were trying to persuade you, and that was what they meant. It seemed rash and sweeping to...

I once heard a tale of a man who split himself in two.The one part never changed at all; the other grew and grew.The changeless part was always true, The growing part was always new,And I wondered,...

Currents of desire and excitement that she had not known or thought about for years now flooded in her. She wanted him to bring alive what she had buried, and to demean, destroy, her fabricated self.

Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you.