Quotes About Expression

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own—my words are gone.

Come on. Let me have it. Don't disappear in there.' I mean inside herself, where I'll never get to her.

It's not a lie if it's how you feel

às vezes precisamos escrever nossos sentimentos, mas não necessariamente precisamos compartilhá-los

It's because you smiled at me that day in class. A real smile, not the bullshit one you give everyone all the time where your eyes are doing one thing and your mouth is doing another.' 'It was just a smile.' 'Maybe to you.

Mom used to say that a picture wasn't worth anything if it didn't produce a reaction, that it takes talent to capture feeling with an image.

Jessamyn West said, 'Writing is so difficult that writers, having had their hell on earth, will escape all punishment hereafter.

Writing was what I did best, better than being a daughter or girlfriend or sister. Writing was me. But now writing is one of the things I can't do.

But in that moment, I don't know what to say. Everything that's wrong with me seems made up because it's not like I can point to any of it and actually show them.

Podemos empezar partiendo de algo muy pequeño. Abre un documento nuevo o coge una hoja de papel en blanco. Será nuestro lienzo. Recuerda lo que Miguel Ángel dijo sobre que la escultura estaba en el interior de la piedra, que estaba allí desde un buen principio, y que su trabajo consistía en extraerla. Tus palabras también están ahí.

It takes many, many coats to cover the red. No matter what I do, it seeps right through, like the walls are bleeding.

I curl up on my bed, propped against my pillows, books spread across the comforter. Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own—my words are gone. Right now, I'm into the Brontë sisters.

Ideias pra músicas. Anotações aleatórias. Coisa que vão se tornar músicas. Coisas sobre as quais talvez eu escreva algum dia, ou que comecei mas não terminei porque não eram suficientes. Se uma música for feita pra durar, a carregamos conosco.

the smile is real

It was funny about writing. It was like flying or driving or playing an instrument. When you were doing it like you were supposed to be doing it, you knew it right inside of you. You could feel that this was the way it should be. But when you wrote a word that you didn't believe in, that didn't fit, it stuck out just like a bumpy landing or a bad turn or a false note.

We should write about our wanderings so we have something to show for them besides pictures. Actually, you should do the writing. I'll just smile and look pretty.

tom de vermelho do meu cabelo

Você é todas as cores em uma, em pleno brilho

Because it's not a lie if it's how you feel.

Writing was what I did best, better than being a daughter, or girlfriend, or sister. Writing was me. But now writing is one of the things I can't do.

Germ—Ask a Parent, book playlists, monthly soundtracks, lists of places where girls like me can get involved. One of the things I want to create is a Wander section where readers can send in pictures or videos of their favorite grand, small, bizarre, poetic, nothing-ordinary sites.

Eres todos los colores en uno, con su máxima intensidad.

Fazer o que for preciso pra não esquecer que estou aqui e que minha opinião importa.

Wychodz? ze mnie wszystkie niepokoje, rozsypuj? si? na pod?odze jego garderoby.