Quotes About Expression

Her Grace is all she has - And that, so least displays - One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.

We are the only poets," Emily told Susan, "and everyone else is prose.

Love's stricken why Is all that love can speak— Built of but just a syllable, The hugest hearts that break.

Solamente el silencio nos da miedo. En la voz siempre hay algo que nos salva. Sin embargo, el silencio es lo infinito. No se le ve la cara.

Don't you know that No is the wildest word we consign to Language?

Each life converges to some centre expressed or still . . .

Saying nothing sometimes says the most.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.

A word is dead when it said, some say... I say it just begins to live that day.

But a book is only the heart's portrait-every page a pulse

They fling their speech By means of it in God's ear;

They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Because they liked me still – Still! Could themself have peeped – And seen my Brain – go round – They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason – in the Pound –

This is my letter to the world,     That never wrote to me, —

Asiente—y serás cuerdo— Disiente—y de inmediato serás el peligroso— Y te pondrán Cadenas—

I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true;

Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped freight Of a delivered syllable, 'T would crumble with the weight.

A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.

Just when you think you have summed everything up, painted it clearly and given meaning to what was once just a pool of colored paint, another canvas crops up blank and ready to be filled.

You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom-almost never-an even proposition.

I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long time. Words that meant nothing before now.

A drunk mind speaks a sober heart

It's always a good feeling when you can produce just the right one-liner to prove your point so tidily.

It's not about the actors, though, Peter. That's the thing. It's about the writing.

It occurred to me that few things tell the story of a woman's life like her closet