Quotes About Expression

Ars Longa Which is crueller Vita Brevis life or art?

A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.

Sir, I can use profanity in more than a thousand languages, some having curses that will addle an egg at a hundred paces.

I really didn't mean to steal it. Mr. Williams shook his head. He scratched at his chin nervously. Why not? That's what they're there for. Tunes belong to everybody. So do stories.

The only emotion my father expressed with any regularity was anger.

Transitions Needed • Learn to accept responsibility for your behaviors. • Learn appropriate ways to handle or release ager. • Learn how to communicate directly. • Learn alternative ways to handle stress.

The problem is, most men don't express their emotions.

artists of the modern era have carried origami to unprecedented heights of realism and complexity.

Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.

The only people I ever met who were sensible all the time were so boring that watching them could put you to sleep.

Blood and Bloody Ashes! - Mat in a Wheel of Time

Oh, kiss a flaming goat if I know what I mean.

Women could compress a great deal into one look.

Her silence was more eloquent than any words.

she folded her arms beneath that impressive bosom.

Lews Therin hummed even harder, making Rand wish the man had a face so he could hit him.

A woman's eyes cut deeper than a knife;

Let the word stand on its own. If it is the right word, it will work without help. If it's the wrong word, adding other words to it will just make it seem desperate.

Men always say they didn't mean it that way. You would think they spoke a different language.

Por tu expresión, Nynaeve, habría pensado que estás furiosa, pero sé que es tal tu dulzura que la gente te pide que remuevas su té con tus dedos.

That had been the way of their journey, for the most part. Quiet, except when her temper got the best of her, and sometimes when she shouted the sound of her voice seemed to crash in the silence like breaking glass.

Finally the gleeman seemed to tire of hearing him say "I will do what I must," and stopped coming. It seemed that he did not want to compose his epic unless it could be full of pained emotion. The man looked frustrated when he stalked off for the last time, cloak fluttering furiously behind him.

Dance with her, and she will forgive much; dance well, and she will forgive anything.

sweet screams, pretty screams, singing screams, scream your song, sing your screams. . . .