Quotes About Expression

Accept this: your mortal is doomed. Please, Aric. I'm begging you! He whirled around, fury in his expression. You refused - twice - to beg me for your own life, but you'd beg for his? I whispered, Yes.

Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the inital mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch.

When Sabine parted her lips to argue, Lanthe said, "This baby bird's gotta fly, sis." "Great," Sabine drawled. "She's already speaking in avian metaphors.

Now, why don't you shove in a manpon and tug up your manties

My tone was part bubbly, part cutting - a mash-up of sugar and snide so perfected I should TM it.

Given the history between the Valkyrie and the Horde, how did you and Helen get together?" His gaunt face taking on a faraway expression, he began casually, "I had her neck in my hands, about to twist her head from her body." "How . . . romantic." One to tell the grandkids.

You have no tongue yet you won't shut up

A gust of breath left him. Nïx, you beautiful bitch.

There, now, a good hiss never hurt anyone.

my mother used to say that nothing limited the human spirit like propriety.

Oh, French is my favorite language. Ask fucking anybody.

MacRieve stepped in front of her, clasping her nape, jealousy ablaze in his expression. Eyes on the prize, woman. It's a werewolf you'll have, or none at all. Is that right? Unless you like your men dead, because Damiano's already at the top of my list.

You do not come to the thee-ator and it will wither your soul. (Madam Leadora Seamstress for the Royal Magnificent Theater)

The picture made me heartsick. What could it be like, shut up inside with everything you feel – never having the relief of expression, never sharing anything or releasing anything or trying it out on somebody else? Never asking questions? Only yourself to talk to. Only yourself to listen. Never to be understood. Understood. Not to be loved for what you are. Never to be known.

If you think beauty insipid, you haven't experienced it. Nor is it always devoid of suffering. That's something religious artists have always understood, Michelangelo, Chagall, and Van Gogh, Beethoven, C.S. Lewis, and all the writer's for whom beauty is a gift and a calling.

the eye is the window to the soul, and from the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks, why can't we all be blind and dumb?

No one can get reall drunk on a novle or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven's night, Bartok's Sonata for two Pianos and percussion or the Beatles' White Album? He loved mozart as much as rock. He considered music a liberating force, it liberated him from lonliness, introversion, the dust of the library; it opened the door of hi body and allowed his soul to step out into the world to make friends, He loved to dance an regretted that Sabina did not share his passion

because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. They are composed like music

Um gesto é mais individual do que um indivíduo

Et maleri er et dikt uten ord

Som vi på flera olika vis nu har sett så härrör alltid hävdandet av en identitet ur en kontrast eller en motsättning ...

Each novel is a message in a bottle cast into the great ocean of literature from somewhere else.

If voices had colour, hers would have been like a rainbow. It made words LIVE. Whatever she said became a breathing entity, not a mere verbal statement or utterance.

Thank you very much, said the Scarecrow, when he had been set down on the ground.