Quotes About Expression

My heart understands all, and it no longer beats, it peals.

Then I began, as though I had never seen my shoes before, to study their expression, their mimelike movements when I moved my toes, their shape, and the worn-out leather they had; and I discovered that their wrinkles and their white seams gave them an expression, provided them with a face. Something of my own being had gone over into these shoes, they struck me as being a ghost of my I, a breathing part of myself. . . .

But has anything happened to you? Your face is so strangely distorted.    No, I'm smiling, he said. This is going to be my way of smiling. I want this grimace to be my hallmark.

Jeg har aldri i mitt liv skrevet slibrig; men jeg kunne gi anvisning på dristigere ting i mine bøker enn hva som stod i den tyske fortelling. De er å finne f.eks. både i Sult og Pan. Men når Jacob Sverdrup leser over igjen disse steder og forarges, så vil jeg også be ham lese f.eks. Ibsens Lille Eyolf påny. Den lille nydelige, senile råhet, champagnen som ei ble rørt, bør han virkelig nippe til. Og huske. Og bruke.

Og naar hun kommer, forstaar mit Hjerte alt, og det slaar ikke længer, det klemter.

Jeg har en bog i Hovedet, men den vil ikke ud, den Satan.

Io ridevo, ridevo e mi battevo sulle ginocchia, ridevo come un invasato. E non un suono mi usciva dalla gola, la mia risata era tisica e silenziosa, mi sgorgava dal cuore come un pianto.

Ho jeg har visst alt faat Vaaren i mig, jeg bruker min Qvind som en gale, Fan steike mig, og æter langt bedre end på længe!(1912, brev til J.M. Køhler Olsen i Bergen)

Når han sa noget ømt til hende fik hun en ål i hvert øie og vsr forelsket hun også.

Her vedlægges nu et par dusing skille-tegn som du selv må sitte til hist og her i brevet!

All I was capable of, even deep in misery, was rhetoric and belles-lettres, it was all talk.

dilsiz ve bitkindi benim kahkaham aÄŸlamak özlemi ta??yordu

Den store dikter avstedkommer en sammenknepen mund i sit ansigt, strammer sit fuglebryst ut til det ytterste og frembringer følgende ord: Å dikte er å holde dommedag over sig selv.

Jeg vilde bare vise, hvilken Højde, man kunde drive det til med Ord, derfor ble disse Stumper bare Ord, pene Ord, Klingeling.

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I was truly happy. But my state was not that of any ordinary satisfaction. It was a joy which stemmed directly from creative, artistic achievement.

Create your own method. Don't depend slavishly on mine. Make up something that will work for you! But keep breaking traditions, I beg you.

It is not enough to discover the secret of a play, its thought and feelings—the actor must be able to convert them into living terms.

The actor does not live, he plays. He remains cold toward the object of his acting but his art must be perfection.

The verbal text of a play, especially one by a genius, is the manifestation of the clarity, the subtlety, the concrete power to express invisible thoughts and feelings of the author himself. Inside each and every word there is an emotion, a thought, that produced the word and justifies its being there.

For the first month of school, writing is its own upper. Pounding on my computer keys feels like playing the piano, like arranging words into harmony that sings back to me.

Uwaaaaahh! Why does taking off traditional clothing sound so suggestive?! --Kaoru Hanabishi

Aww, did we masturbate through the tears last night?

You want this?' I raised my gaze, gasping at the dark hunger in his expression. My mind blanked. Want his body? How could I not? He was pure temptation. 'I meant this,' he held up my bag, 'but I could easily be persuaded to share anything else my wife might desire.