Quotes About Expression

Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in the mirror which waits always before or behind

When you draw, you copy the world don't you? You remake it on paper, but it isn't the same. It's yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems, I use the words we all use, but the order and the sound create a new power. This wood is someone's creation. We stumble through it's tendrils, as if we're crawling through the synapses of his mind.

Chloe turned to Vetch. The poet said gently, "You see, you do have power. Words give you power, to create or destroy." His eyes flickered to Clare. "Even to forgive...

Creativity took precedence over accepted beliefs, and going out on a limb seemed invariably more attractive than security.

When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.

But it turns out that even if I don't talk a lot, when it's something that matters I still have a lot to say.

Every life is a piece of art put together with all means available.

You know, anger has a bad rap," I ventured. "Anger is the fuel you use to drive up feelings of hurt and pain from your unconscious. It's how people tell others that they're displeased with their behaviour.

No matter what it was or is," I said, "you have the right to make a request. You don't have to endure, as you say, 'the shivers.

When you can't acknowledge your true feelings because they're too excruciating, you defend against them with anger.

Anger is the fuel you use to drive up feelings of hurt and pain from your unconscious. It's how people tell others that they're displeased with their behaviour.

It was only when I realized how actors have the power to move people that I decided to pursue acting as a career.

Truth could never be wholly contained in words.

Still, he never felt that the sermons he wrote at the cottage were good. By the time he got back to Washington to preach them, they no longer excited him. They seemed cold, lifeless. This was probably because Peter's best sermons rose out of the soil of emotion in his own heart. That emotion had to be a present, valid reality. He could not conjure it up.

Mais les larmes sont celles d'une joie désespérée. Tout a été largué, mais ce tout n'a été que ça : le corps que j'ai livré n'était qu'un souffle d'air et celui que j'ai embrassé se trouve déjà à des années-lumière. Comment, dans un tel dénuement, ne pas exprimer sa détresse ?

It's like if someone had a loaded gun in your face. I don't know how else to describe how it felt to try to talk to my father. Even on a good day. If someone always has a loaded gun in your face, you weigh every word before you say it. You only dare say it if it might save you. But you're never sure, so there's this tendency to freeze. Say nothing at all.

But upset is a funny thing. It looks for places to direct itself. It's an emotion given to action, and it needs somewhere to go. Even if it has to make something up as it goes along.

And that, I now realize, is how you start the pattern of silences. So innocently and on such a small scale, and then once you open the door for them, they barge in and take on a life of their own.

He had still offered me no return address. I couldn't have written back and given him my reaction to his words, even if I had known what to say.

Now, there are silences, and there are silences, especially in the house where we grew up. If we'd ever talked about the silences out loud, I'm sure we'd have had a hundred different words to identify them like the Eskimos do with snow.

I'd say, yes, the horse has a way of communicating pain without words. I can't always put my finger on how.

Maybe when you put tears away uncried, everything you cry about from that day on contains a little of those tears. Whether you wanted them released or not.

Ethan wondered if it was the first time any of his emotions had ever felt free.

my mouth was involved. My own voice seemed to work all on its own that morning.