Quotes About Expression

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Anger is airborne. It can be inhaled, and once it enters a body it becomes a tenacious blob of blues and browns with tiny speckles of red. It settles heavy in the lungs, making breathing ever so difficult.

I think it's interesting that 'cologne' rhymes with 'alone.'

Stand up is really fun because if I think of a joke or a funny idea, then I can just go and tell some people and if they laugh, they laugh right away.

I think that when you get dressed in the morning, sometimes you're really making a decision about your behavior for the day. Like if you put on flipflops, you're saying: 'Hope I don't get chased today.' 'Be nice to people in sneakers.'

I want my music to do the explaining.

Music is what I love to do it's in my veins.

Our love is like a song, but you won't sing along.

Whatever a poet writes with enthusiasm and a divine inspiration is very fine. Earliest reference to the madness or divine inspiration of poets.

Whatever a poet writes with enthusiasm and a divine inspiration is very fine.

Word is a shadow of deed.

All speech is vain and empty unless it be accompanied by action.

Expression is never helped by suppression.

The pit of a theatre is the one place where the tears of virtuous and wicked men alike are mingled.

Good music is very close to primitive language.

Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.

All the modern verse plays, they're terrible they're mostly about the poetry. It's more important that the play is first.

English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows.

What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?

Men do not invent Myths. They only invent fables, and tell lies. True Myths create themselves, and find their expression in the men who serve their purpose.

The oldster looked at his Crowner, his brows lifted high over his pale eyes, adding wrinkles to an already wrinkled brow.

Shay, wait." She shot him a look. He was getting that look a lot these days, and he felt his patience draining. "What? What did I do?" "Move." He could be stubborn too. "Not till you tell me what's wrong." "Nothing's wrong." "You could freeze water with those looks.

You're blushing." Daggonit. "Cowboys don't blush." "Au contraire.

Conformity," she wrote, "is the bane of middle class communities.