Quotes About Expression

How did I tell him that there was a piece saved for him, too?

Bailamos lento y me alegré de que la música estuviese tan alta, porque así él no podría oír el latido de mi corazón.

I'm not going to win any contests, but at least people will know what I am. I wish I never have to answer a What are you? question ever again.

you have to scream out emotions; if you don't, they'll fester.

Suddenly I was struck with the strangest sensation, of wanting, needing, to reach out and touch his cheek with the back of my hand. So he would know, so he would feel exactly how much those words meant to me. Because sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate, and I knew that, but I had to try anyway.

Because sometimes you just feel sad and you can't explain it.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free. Or at least they're supposed to.

OBVIOUSLY YOU STRIKE OUT AGAINST PEOPLE WITHIN RANGE. IT'S CATHARTIC TO AFFECT SOMEONE WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY. ALTERNATIVELY, CHOOSE ENEMIES IMPOSSIBLY FAR AWAY SO YOU NEVER HAVE TO FIGHT.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple. With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Warning, When I'm An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple!

You can call me Alexia. I like it when you say it.

When you feel something big and know something bigger, you share it with the world. (Anna K)

Do not blame my tone of voice, my lack of patience, or my bad mood on PMS. It's not my period that's my problem.

The adjunct seems paler than usual. He isn't speaking in complete sentences. Would it be possible to...? Do you mind if...? They say when you're lonely you start to lose words.

At night, they lie in bed holding hands. It is possible if she is stealthy enough that the wife can do this while secretly giving the husband the finger.

What Kafka said: I write to close my eyes.

Clothes are the only thing that separates us from animals," my mother said. "Clothes and a sense of shame.

She thinks she should go off her meds maybe so as to write more fluidly. Possibly this is not a good idea. But only possibly.

Scientists say that the theory of everything is a technical expression, not a metaphysical one. But a lot of people who hang out at this bar seem to have grand unifying theories. I

I hate, for example, people who sit with their legs splayed. People who claim to give 110 percent. People who call themselves "comfortable" when what they mean is decadently rich.

Jenny Offill gets at this idea in a passage from her novel Dept. of Speculation—a passage much shared among the female writers and artists of my acquaintance: "My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn't even fold his umbrella. Véra licked his stamps for him.

Scientists say that the theory of everything is a technical expression, not a metaphysical one.

What Wittgenstein said: What you say, you say in a body; you can say nothing outside of this body.