Quotes About Expression

any one who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, with extravagant enthusiasm.

Una donna deve avere soldi e una stanza suoi propri se vuole scrivere romanzi.

to catch those unrecorded gestures, those unsaid or half-said words, which form themselves, no more palpably than the shows of moths on the ceiling, when women are alone, unlit by the capricious and coloured light of the other sex.

it is fatal for anyone who writes to think of their sex. It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly.

a woman writing thinks back through her mothers.

It was not Orlando who spoke, but the spirit of the age. But whichever it was, nobody answered it.

I would never re-write you. You are by far my most complete and greatest novel.

How little, after all, one can tell anybody about one's life! Here I sit; there you sit; both, I doubt not, chock-full of the most interesting experiences, ideas, emotions; yet how communicate?

Così si potrebbe sostenere con qualche ragione che sono gli abiti che portano noi, e non noi che portiamo gli abiti; noi possiamo far sì che essi modellino perbene un braccio, o il petto, ma essi modellano il nostro cuore, i nostri cervelli, le nostre lingue a piacer loro.

La indiferencia del mundo, que Keats, Flaubert y otros han encontrado tan difícil de soportar, en el caso de la mujer no era indiferencia, sino hostilidad. El mundo no le decía a ella como les decía a ellos: Escribe si quieres; a mí no me importa. El mundo le decía burlándose: ¿Escribir? ¿Para qué quieres tú escribir?.

As a great deal of flesh would have been needed to make a fat man of him, his frame being so large, he was not fat; his face was a large framework too, looking, by the smallness of the features and the glow in the hollow of the cheek, more fitted to withstand assaults of the weather than to express sentiments and emotions, or to respond to them in others.

Burada bir soluk al?p, sayfan?n kenar?na, Samuel Butler neden 'Ak?ll? erkekler kad?nlar hakk?nda ne düÅŸündüklerini asla söylemezler,' diyor, diye ekledim. Belli ki ak?ll? adamlar asla baÅŸka bir ÅŸey de söylemiyorlar.

Genius needs freedom; it cannot flower if it is encumbered by fear, or rancor, or dependency, and without money freedom is impossible.

Words belong to each other, although, of course, only a great writer knows that the word incarnadine belongs to multitudinous seas.

Alas! a woman that attempts the pen, Such a presumptuous creature is esteemed, The fault can by no virtue be redeemed. They tell us we mistake our sex and way; Good breeding, fashion, dancing, dressing, play, Are the accomplishments we should desire; To write, or read, or think, or to enquire, Would cloud our beauty, and exhaust our time, And interrupt the conquests of our prime, Whilst the dull manage of a servile house Is held by some our utmost art and use.

Yaz? yazan birinin cinsiyetini unutmamas? çok tehlikelidir. Kat?ks?z ve basit bir erkek ya da kad?n olmak tehlikelidir; kad?ns? erkek ya da erkeksi kad?nlar olmal?y?z. (...) Ä°nsan?n zihninde kad?nla erkek aras?nda bir iÅŸbirliÄŸi oluÅŸmal?d?r ki yarat?c?l?k tamamlanabilsin.

It appeared that nobody ever said a thing they meant, or ever talked of a feeling they felt, but that was what music was for. Reality dwelling in what one saw and felt, but did not talk about, one could accept a system in which things went round and round quite satisfactorily to other people, without often troubling to think about it, except as something superficially strange.

Finché scrivete ciò che desiderate scrivere, questo è tutto ciò che conta.

All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point — a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

I dig out beautiful caves behind my characters: I think that gives exactly what I want; humanity, humour, depth. The idea is that the caves shall connect, and each comes to daylight at the present moment" (Diary 2: 213).

he truth is that writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.

Dick, you're better than I am said Clarissa. You see all around, where I only see there she pressed a point on the back of his hand That's my business, as I tried to explain at dinner. What I like about you, Dick, is that you're always the same, and I'm a creature of moods. You're a pretty creature anyhow he said, gazing at her with deeper eyes. You think so, do you? Then kiss me.

Yine de, bir konu hayli tart??mal?ysa, ki cinsiyete dair her sorun öyledir, gerçeÄŸi anlatmay? umut edemezsiniz. Yaln?zca, sahip olduÄŸunuz fikir her neyse ona nas?l ulaÅŸm?? olduÄŸunuzu gösterebilirsiniz.

They wrote as women write, not as men write. Of all the thousand women who wrote novels then, they alone entirely ignored the perpetual admonitions of the eternal pedagogue – write this, think that.