Quotes About Expression

When he finally found the words to express himself, his grief had shown itself to be bottomless, terrifying.

you sounded frustrated and pissed off and amazingly happy

He had the kind of smile that inhabited every part of his face--his eyes, his cheeks; there was even a dimple.

Thoughts—even fears—were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice, and once given that weight, they could crush you.

I know you have stuff you need to say, but we're kids so you stay quiet. I thought maybe writing it down would make you feel better.

daughter had had a way of saying things that rubbed Nora the wrong way. More often than not, they both ended up saying something they regretted.

It embarrassed Isabelle that he felt the need to say this to her, and in front of everyone.

please." When he smiled, deep dimples formed in his cheeks. She took the paper and frowned down at it.

Isabelle had heard this criticism all her life, but why should she hold her tongue? No one listened to her either way.

my tongue." "Do more

The children had been right that writing helped. Words

Really, his French was terrible.

Mon Dieu, Isabelle, must you always speak whatever is on your mind?" Isabelle had heard this criticism all her life, but why should she hold her tongue? No one listened to her either way.

Las palabras tenían importancia.

find my woman's voice, even in this man's world.

The words "I love you" burned in her, desperate to be given voice. BUt even more, she wanted to hear the words, to be told, just once, that she was loved.

Everyone has a story. Maybe yours just starts up here.

Ha! Bitterness would do you good. All that smiling and pretending of yours would give me hives.

mouth; Elsa understood. Saying these

De ce ma iubeste, Paxton? El se uita la ea. Esti muza mea, stii asta. ... Dar aproape ca nu mai compui nimic.

That was the thing about her dad: he might be moody and sharp-tempered, even a little scary sometimes, but that was just because he felt things like love and loss and disappointment so keenly. Love most of all.

Anita sighed dramatically. It was

I'm a Rossignol. A Nightingale in my own way.

Il semplice fatto che l'amore esista non significa che io sia capace di provarlo.