Quotes About Expression

Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you're saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.

A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren't enough, I knewI was in love.

Could I imagine being a piano? That'd be awesome. I'd throw a D-minor at you to make you sad, then an F-major to make you happy!

you're an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry

When you're happy you enjoy the music, but when you're sad you understand the lyrics.

Even if my songs are a bit low-spirited, they make me happy. I become happy when I hear sad songs. When you sing about sad things in a beautiful way, the atmosphere turns upside down

Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with feelings.

I'm the type of person who listens to like sad music when I'm sad to feel sadder, and to feel sorry for myself.

I want to write songs that are so sad, the kind of sad where you take someone's little finger and break it in three places.

For me, singing sad songs often has a way of healing a situation. It gets the hurt out in the open into the light, out of the darkness.

They say the blues is sad, but when B.B. sings 'I got a sweet little angel, I love the way she spreads her wings,' that don't sound too sad to me!

Crying is cleansing. There's a reason for tears, happiness or sadness.

Nothing records the effects of a sad life so graphically as the human body.

I'm not used to writing about happy emotions, I'm just used to pulling from my sad or angry - happy emotions are very hard for me to portray in music.

I was never interested in what everybody else was interested in. I was very interiorized. I always felt kind of sad.

I don't think I have a sad life. I just talk about all my feelings and emotions.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence.

Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.

Taal verwoordt slechts de onmogelijkheid om je uit te drukken.

Olmo Panero a traversé les Pyrénées pour nous dire que les mots étaient des parenthèses de silence.

Si tu n'arrives pas à le dire avec des mots,n'en parle pas: ce n'est pas grave...

Weißt Du, daß es außer den über dreißig Farben in einem Farbtub-Kasten noch eine weitere, für Menschenaugen sehr wohl sichtbare Farbe gibt — die der Traurigkeit?

Creating art and writing novels and poems are simply different roads I have chosen in my search for truth.