Quotes About Expression

For Mia, however, the photographs were only a vague approximation of what she wanted to express, and she soon found herself not only altering the prints – with everything from ballpoint pen to splashes of laundry detergent – but experimenting with the camera itself, bending its limited range to her desires.

How good the rain would feel, like crying all over her body.

Some pictures belong to the person who took them. And some belong to the person inside them.

There is so much they need to say.

The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you - whether because you didn't get to have your say, or because the other person never got to hear you and really wanted to.

The photos stirred feelings she couldn't quite frame in words, and this, she decided, must mean they were true works of art.

Any act of writing is an act of empathy: you try to imagine yourself into another person's mind and skin. I tried to ask myself the questions the characters would have asked themselves. The

Don't ever smile if you don't want to,' she said.

Poems of Akhmatova, selected and translated by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward, gives

Because telling you what really happened would be espousing un-American views, and we certainly wouldn't want that.

glowering Izzy in the backseat. No one

Now it was her turn to study Mrs. Richardson, as if the key to understanding her were coded into her face.

For her the magic was not what words had been, but what they were capable of: their ability to sketch, with one sweeping brushstroke, the contours of an experience, the form of a feeling.

She's some kind of artist," Mrs. Richardson had said, and when Mr. Richardson asked what kind, she answered jokingly, "A struggling one.

If she cries . . . it won't be tears. It will be little drops of blood.

Anything had potential to transform, and this, to her, seemed the true meaning of art.

The little bird in his throat had died and swelled so that he could hardly breathe.

The rush of things she wanted to say churned in her head.

Lucille Clifton, Adrienne Rich, Ada Limón,

For Mia, Moody learned, did not consider herself a photographer. Photography, at its heart, was about documentation, and he soon understood that for Mia photography was simply a tool, which she used as a painter might use a brush or a knife.

I'd sooner wear white shoes in February, drink unsweetened tea, and eat Miracle Whip instead of Duke's than utter the words 'you guys'.

For me, singing was real life, not two plus two equals four.

Seni kay?tl? ?artl? sevdi?imi söylüyorsun. Han?mefendi, türk dilinde iddian?z?n cevab?, 'halt ediyorsunuz'dur.

Yabanc? dil, dü?ünceyi tan?tan ve tatt?ran bir anahtard?r, bir "medeniyet anahtar?".