Quotes About Expression

She'll wish there was more, and that's the great art o' letter-writin'.

No varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.

Women can always put things in fewest words. Except when it's blowing up; and then they lengthens it out.

Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.

it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.

I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.

Meow says the cat ,quack says the duck , Bow wow wow says the dog ! Grrrr!

You speak so feelingly and so manfully, Charles Darnay

I am no more annoyed when I think of the expression, than I should be annoyed by a man's opinion of a picture of mine, who had no eye for pictures; or of a piece of music of mine, who had no ear for music.

Mature affection, homage, devotion, does not easily express itself. Its voice is low. It is modest and retiring, it lies in ambush, waits and waits. Such is the mature fruit. Sometimes a life glides away, and finds it still ripening in the shade.

what such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance.

Says it with his head on!" Mr. Stryver remarked upon the peculiarity as if it would have been infinitely less remarkable if he had said it with his head off.

There is something indefinably keen and wan about her anatomy, and she has a watchful way of looking out of the corners of her eyes without turning her head which could be pleasantly dispensed with, especially when she is in ill humor and near knives.

There are only two styles of portrait painting: the serious and the smirk.

The weather being hot, he had no cravat, and wore his shirt collar wide open; so that every time he spoke something was seen to twitch and jerk up in his throat, like the little hammers in a harpsichord when the notes are struck. Perhaps it was the Truth feebly endeavouring to leap to his lips. If so, it never reached them.

You know, there is no language of vegetables, which converts a cucumber into a formal declaration of attachment.

You are good enough to say so, as a fashion of speech; but, I don't mean any fashion of speech. Indeed, when I say I wish we might be friends, I scarcely mean quite that, either.

With a leer of mingled sweetness and slyness; with one eye on the future, one on the bride, and an arch expression in her face, partly spiritual, partly spirituous, and wholly professional and peculiar to her art; Mrs Gamp rummaged in her pocket again [...]

Uriah gave a kind of snivel. I think to express sympathy.

I perceive your tongue is," returned madame; "and what the tongue is, I suppose the man is.

The last of the three now said his say, as he put down his empty drinking vessel and smacked his lips.

She did not greatly alter in appearance. The plain dark dresses, akin to mourning dresses, which she and her child wore, were as neat and as well attended to as the brighter clothes of happy days. She lost her colour, and the old and intent expression was a constant, not an occasional, thing; otherwise, she remained very pretty and comely.