Quotes About Expression

The only way to defend language is to attack it....' - Proust. Every good writer in history had, in order to ensure adequate expression, broken a range of rules laid down by previous writers.

It's more than mere coyness to refer to what they have done as "making love." They haven't just had sex; they have translated their feelings—appreciation, tenderness, gratitude, and surrender—into a physical act.

what we call a home is merely any place that succeeds in making more consistently available to us the important truths which the wider world ignores, or which our distracted and irresolute selves have trouble holding on to. As we write, so we build: to keep a record of what matters to us.

Although we belong to a species which spends an alarming amount of its time blowing things up, every now and then we are moved to add gargoyles or garlands, stars or wreaths, to our buildings for no practical reason whatever.

what Ruskin judged to be the twin purposes of art: to make sense of pain and to fathom the sources of beauty.

The problem with clichés is not that they contain false ideas, but rather that they are superficial articulations of very good ones. The sun

Real desire lacks articulacy.

The development of the artist provides a profound model of the process of maturation.

They haven't just had sex; they have translated their feelings – appreciation, tenderness, gratitude and surrender – into a physical act.

I kiss, therefore I do not think.

the way we speak is ultimately linked to the way we feel, because how we describe the world must at some level reflect how we first experience it.

conversation allows us little room to revise our original utterances, which ill suits our tendency not to know what we are trying to say until we have had at least one go at saying it...whereas writing.... is largely made up of rewriting, during which original thoughts- bare inarticulate strands- are enriched and nuanced over time...appear on a page according to the logic and aesthetic order they demand

nuestra forma de hablar está, en definitiva, vinculada a nuestra forma de sentir, ya que la manera en que describimos el mundo tiene que reflejar a ciertos niveles cómo lo experimentamos.

We could define maturity as the ability to give everyone what they deserve when they deserve it, to separate the emotions that belong to, and should be restricted to, oneself from those that should at once be expressed to their initiators, rather than passed on to later and more innocent arrivals. We were often not mature.

A notorious inability to express emotions makes human beings the only animals capable of suicide. An angry dog does not commit suicide, it bites the person or thing that made it angry. But an angry human sulks in its room and later shoots itself, leaving a silent note. Man is the symbolic, metaphorical creature: unable to communicate my anger, I would symbolize it in my own death.

Art cannot single-handedly create enthusiasm, nor does it arise from sentiments of which nonartists are devoid; it merely contributes to enthusiasm and guides us to be more conscious of feelings that we might previously have experienced only tentatively or hurriedly.

It is because we cannot scream at the forces who are really responsible that we get angry with those we are sure will best tolerate us for blaming them. We take it out on the very nicest, most sympathetic, most loyal people in the vicinity, the ones least likely to have harmed us, but the ones most likely to stick around while we pitilessly rant at them.

A book is the product of another self to the one we display in our habits, in society, in our vices.

Our hesitancy was a game, but a serious and useful one, which minimized offending an unwilling partner and eased a willing one more slowly into the prospect of mutual desire. The threat of the great 'I like you' could be softened by adding, 'but not so much that I will let you know it directly . . .' Chloe and I were politely sparing each other the need to pay the full price for a candid declaration of love. 14.

What use was it to live if it was without love and without being heard? What was freedom if it meant the freedom to be abandoned?

Ideal ar fi ca arta s? ne dea r?spunsurile pe care nu le primim de la oameni.

O notorie inabilitate de a-È™i exprima emoÈ›iile îl face pe om singurul animal capabil de sinucidere.

Moi je veux pleurer maintenant, pas après ! Je veux être le premier parce que si je pleure après les autres comment on saura que moi aussi j'ai pleuré ?

Des mots tordus, des mots décousus, des mots sans queue ni tête, j'écrirais comme les mots me viendraient, je commencerais maladroitement et je finirais maladroitement comme j'avais commencé, je m'en foutrais de la raison pure, de la méthode, de la phonétique, de la prose (...), ça serait alors l'écriture ou la vie. [Verre Cassé, p. 198]