Quotes About Expression

The dictatorship is like an aria that never becomes an opera.

The stories of our lives can be told in so many ways, but no one account, no matter how carefully rendered, is completely true. Words are, at best, only an outline

I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;

I never told my love vocally still.

She started writing notes and keeping them under her pillow, and then she started writing them on her pillowcase, hoping they would help her have better dreams. And if she couldn't sleep, she could just read them and be reminded of something so stunningly beautiful that her heart would swell and her bones would sigh and for just a second, the world would not seem like it was going to crush her.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears, or render my hilarity audible.

The subjects had, indeed, risen vividly on my mind. As I saw them with the spiritual eye, before I attempted to embody them, they were striking; but my hand would not second my fancy, and in each case it had wrought out but a pale portrait of the thing I had conceived.

I surveyed the weapon inquisitively. A hideous notion struck me: how powerful I should be possessing such an instrument! I took it from his hand, and touched the blade. He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second: it was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously; shut the knife, and returned it to its concealment.

And you, you worthless—' he broke out as I entered, turning to his daughter-in-law, and employing an epithet as harmless as duck, or sheep, but generally represented by a dash—. 

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

You have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?

They could not every day sit so grim and taciturn; and it was impossible, however ill-tempered they might be, that the universal scowl they wore was their every-day countenance.

Now here is the babyish trash.

Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers:

and eyes, had they been agreeable in expression, that would have been irresistible: fortunately for my susceptible heart, the only sentiment they evinced hovered between scorn and a kind of desperation

I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return - the sweetest of all imaginable looks.

a o?i bi bile neodoljive kad bi imale prijateljski izražaj. Na sre?u za moje osjetljivo srce, jedini osje?aj koji su one jasno pokazivale vrtio se izme?u prezira i nekakva o?aja, svakako neobi?no i neprirodno otkri?e u takvim mladim o?ima.

Smijehu nije mjesto pod ovim krovom i u vašem stanju.

Some say once a word is said it's dead. I say it just begins to live that day.

Non rivelai mai il mio amore verbalmente; però se gli sguardi hanno un linguaggio, anche il più perfetto idiota avrebbe potuto indovinare che io ne ero perdutamente innamorato.

if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed

Sin embargo, es incapaz de aceptar a Emily como una artista adulta y consciente, dueña de su propia creación.

B?rni sp?j dzi?i just, bet neizprot savas j?tas; un, ja tie da??ji t?s ar? izprot, tad nevar nek? past?st?t.