Quotes About Expression

But what about the secret I bear? I asked. Tell it to the world, he advised. And that is what I am doing.

True power is expressed in quiet confidence; it was the sea's very calmness that epitomised its mighty force.

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

They have so smothered me in their middle-class refinement that I don't know how there can be any blood left in my veins. I lowered my eyes, put on a dismal, silly expression, just like them; I was just as dead-and-alive as they were.

Les gouvernements suspectent la littérature parce qu'elle est une force qui leur échappe.

Nothing is more irritating than to hear honest writers protest about depravity when one is quite certain that they make these noises without knowing what they are protesting about.

The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.

Si vous me demandez ce que je viens faire en ce monde, moi artiste, je vous répondrai: je viens vivre tout haut.

such a strange look of repugnance and horror

What is art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? Didn't it all boil down to sticking a female in front of you and painting her as you feel she is?

Vous ne le voyez pas, lorsqu'il baisse lentement les paupières, comme pour éteindre ses yeux.

Pero es que no ve lo que estoy sufriendo?... Que estupidez, ¿verdad? ¡Sufro como un niño!

a boundless contempt for everything outside their art, for society, and above all, for politics. (64)

Est-ce qu'une femme a besoin de savoir jouer et chanter ? Ah ! mon petit, tu es trop bête... Nana a autre chose, parbleu ! et quelque chose qui remplace tout.

Oui, tout son mal venait de ce rire qu'il avait bu.

The obligation of a writer is to live out loud.

a world where the same fatigue and the same fever played over every face.

What is art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? Didn't it all boil down to sticking a female in front of you and painting her as you feel she is? - page35

Cet audacieux dont on s'est moqué, a des procédés fort sages, et si ses oeuvres ont un aspect particulier, elles ne le doivent qu'à la façon toute personnelle dont il aperçoit et traduit les objets.

large, color-stained fingers (23)

What was Art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? ... Wasn't a bunch of carrots, yes, a bunch of carrots, studied directly and painted simply, personally, as you see it yourself, as good as any of the run-of-the-mill, made-to-measure Ecole des Beaux-Arts stuff, painted with tobacco juice? The day was not far off when one solitary, original carrot might be pregnant with revolution! (35)

Words failed him again; he began to stammer in his unsuccessful attempt to express the first vague stirrings of the future he could feel within himself. While he finished feverishly brushing in the black velvet jacket, there was a long silence. (37)

He caressed them, did them violence even, and shed tears of despair over his failures to make them either sufficiently beautiful or sufficiently alive. (42)

Señor, ¿por qué no han de tener las mujeres derecho para encontrar guapos a los hombres que lo sean, y por qué ha de mirarse mal que lo manifiesten? (...) Si no lo decimos, lo pensamos, y no hay nada mas peligroso que lo reprimido y oculto, lo que se queda dentro.