Quotes About Expression

Saas and taas and specis bizaas.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music." ? James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

We are right, he said, and the others are wrong. To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come to understand- that is art.

No, sir. Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ!

Elmac?k kemikleri yüzüne sert bir ifade veriyordu ama koyu renk kaÅŸlar?n?n alt?ndan dünyaya bakarken baÅŸkalar?ndan bir ba???lama bekleyip çoÄŸu kez hayal k?r?kl???na uÄŸram?? bir insan izlenimi veren gözlerinde sertlik yoktu.

And they fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush!

Who watches me here? Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field.

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no other word tender enough to be your name?

These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here.

YesIsaidyesyesyesyesyes...YesIsaidyes! andagainyesyesyes -- Molly Bloom

With: Go Ferchios off to Allad out of this! An oldsteinsong. He threwed his fit up to his aers, rolled his poligone eyes, snivelled from his snose and blew the guff out of his hornypipe.

O mic? trup? de ??rani napolitani îÈ™i repetau paÈ™ii de dans în cap?tul capelei, unii rotindu-È™i braÈ›ele deasupra capetelor, alÈ›ii leg?nându-È™i coÈ™urile cu violete de hârtie È™i f?când reverenÈ›e.

postmodernism asserts the liberating insignificance of art

He is a bold man who, in his writing, dares to alter---even further to distort---what he has seen and heard.

You phonio saxo?

Pero mi cuerpo era como un arpa y sus palabras y sus gestos eran como dedos que recorrían mis cuerdas.

Upwap and dump em

In a mass culture, those few ideas or feelings unique to a person are easily deformed into conventional clichés: otherwise, everyone would be an artist.

A form of speech: the lesser for the greater.

maestro di color che sanno.

her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.

Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences.

Ena milo melomon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, ana mala woe is we!

She never blows her nose. A form of speech: the lesser for the greater.