Quotes About Expression

are unsightly but eloquent, a timid girl's

But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible - an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.

The essence of the character is created through roleplaying and imagination.

It can be a site of reverie or rebellion; a form of propaganda or an idiosyncratic way of responding to the world: its openness to what it can be is one of its – if not its greatest – sources of power. It can be a response to anything and made anywhere by anyone: it can give permission to the silenced to speak or create a lexicon for the illiterate; it can lend the world shape and make it graspable to those who feel that it is out of reach.

If she had access to a mirror, a palette, an easel and paint, a woman could endlessly reflect on her face, and, by extension, her place in the world.

To express your sense of place in the world is, it would seem, an endless act of translation. A self-portrait is not always a depiction of a body.

for the vernacular which he was adept at converting

I was feeling the height of bitchiness.

Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!" Dee shrieked. My eyes!

I think what you wear on Halloween is important. It says something about you--who you are and what you want to be. There's got to be a reason so many girls go around dressed as princesses and witches.

Her first rebellion was to write. Her second was to learn. And her third was to love. She

Children's behavior that we find disruptive or hurtful isn't "mis" anything. We may find it annoying, troubling, or infuriating, but it isn't intrinsically "bad" or "wrong." On the contrary, a child's behavior is exceedingly accurate. It is at once a true expression of their need at a particular moment as well as a reflection of their current ability to meet that need.

The bottom line is that musicians love to make music and always will.

Sloane slipped an arm around my waist. "There are fourteen varieties of hugs," she said. "This is one of them.

I'd take a physical fight over Touchy-Feely Share Time, hands down

sometimes it feels good to smack the hell out of something.

THAT FAXING CHIPHEAD CAN GO STRAIGHT TO ELF AND EAT A BAG OF DUCKS!!!

Why do I have to tell a story?" I asked. "Because if you don't tell the story, someone else will tell it for you.

Everything you said or did was a data point you put out there in the world.

Devon put an arm around me and curled his lips into an expression I recognized as Smirk Number One: sarcastic with a touch of I-couldn't-care-less. "Why, Bryn," he said with a hint of Scarlett O-Hara in his voice, "I do believe he's given her your pen." Devon's words freed up my mouth, which—true to form—spoke without consulting my brain. "Well, get Freud on the phone. He'll have a field day with this one.

You don't have to dance. Just brood in beat to the music.

Toby wasn't an idiot." Jameson's expression was sharp. "Unless this was some kind of suicide pact, he would have had a contingency plan to make sure that he and his friends weren't caught in the flames.

something about the curve of his lips was more intimate than any touch.

Toby hadn't written a message on the wall of his bedroom. He'd written tens of thousands of words across all the walls in the suite. Toby Hawthorne had kept a diary. His whole life was documented on the walls of his wing of Hawthorne House. He couldn't have been more than seven or eight when he'd started writing.