Shailene Woodley Quotes

I suppose I'm something of an eccentric dresser.

I grew up in the Bible Belt and I made my own clothes and dyed my hair purple. Nobody ever knew what to do with me.

Throughout my teens, I just wanted to go somewhere I could wear a Donald Duck pin and no one would care.

I never wear matching socks. It's kind of a thing that I have!

Me and normal have never really been on speaking terms.

I am very attracted by bad taste-it is a lot more exciting than that supposed good taste which is nothing more than a standardized way of looking at things.

I'm just a quirky, funny dude.

Well, I'm a small guy.

I'm strange! I have a weird sense of humor! I look crazy!

As a private person, I am maybe more 'Eurovision' than Kasper Juul.

I'm going to be that little old lady that's just, like, walking around and just, like, full of energy, probably with bright red hair or something crazy.

The shirt thing just started one day when I bought one with a really interesting pattern, and people laughed at it, so I thought, 'I'll keep buying daft shirts with flowers on.'

I totally understand I'm an eccentric person; I'm not going to claim to be a normal person.

I was a loudmouth rock star when I was still in college. Purple hair this week, green hair next week, blond hair the week after. I was doing that fashion before it was really cool.

I know I may appear spacey, but that's how I am.

The thing about me is that I'm a total music freak.

I was a weird kid. I loved music, and I loved reading about God.

I always have a hard time describing myself.

It's hard to describe my style. People will tell me that I'm really flowy.

I probably don't conform to most people's idea of a fashion editor.

It is not my deeds that I write down, it is myself, my essence.

I'm surrounded by freaks. Am I weirder than the rest of them? Ultimately I've learned to pride myself on being quirky.

I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.

It has long been my belief that everyone's library contains an Odd Shelf. On this shelf rests a small, mysterious completely unrelated to the rest of the library, yet which, upon closer inspection, reveals a good deal about its owner.

The character truest to itself becomes eccentric rather than immovably centered, as Emerson defined the noble character of the hero. At the edge, the certainty of borders gives way. We are more subject to invasions, less able to mobilize defenses, less sure of who we really are, even as we may be perceived by others as a person of character. The dislocation of self from center to indefinite edge merges us more with the world, so that we can feel blest by everything.