Quotes About Expression

I went out of the front door without answering because all I had in my lungs was a scream.

They say that a lady's mind is always expressed in her postscript, so I would have you think that the most important part of your commission lies in what I have last said to you.

But there was in these eyes an expression of art and design, and, on provocation, a ferocity tempered by caution

at that moment experienced the painful internal feeling of that peculiar spedes of shame, which well-constructed minds feel when they see others express a great assumption of importance, with a confidence that they are exciting admiration, when in fact they are only exposing themselves to ridicule.

But it is wonderful what mischief may be done by only two words

Her clear blue eye, which sat enshrined beneath a graceful eyebrow of brown sufficiently marked to give expression to the forehead, seemed capable to kindle as well as melt, to command as well as to beseech.

should these tales ever become public, whether you have not given us a page of talk for every single idea which two words might have communicated, while

I like it when people say, 'Gee, that's a pretty good-looking painting.' But it's my painting, and when somebody says, 'Why don't you use more red instead of blue?' Good-bye. It's my painting. And I don't care what they sell it for. The painting itself will never be finished. That's one of the great things about it.

If you can't communicate, it's like winking at a girl in the dark.

When I got the tattoo, I knew I was drawing a crooked line between myself and society.

Don't live with writers. Writers are bastards.

I'm sorry. Is that too harsh an observation for you? Does that sound too much like the Truth? Fuck you. If anyone in this shithole city gave two tugs of a dead dog's cock about Truth, this wouldn't be happening.

Of course I don't care if you're bleeding! I'm fucking autistic !

She outright murdered Clough with her eyes.

An expression crept over Asher's face that was not unlike that of a lonely child being told that Santa had not in fact been strangled to death in an alley in New Orleans

This is always the writer's cunning plan – writing things down so that you can see them properly.

We say, 'I see what you mean,' it's the metaphor for clarity. But sometimes I wish people could see the pictures in my head, instead of my having to describe them with words. Words are clumsy. I wish I could communicate in pictures.

When a man is able to connect with his feelings, he is able to care more.

To be useful in God's hand, a man must be properly adjusted with respect to all three: his position, his life and his warfare. He falls short of God's requirements if he underestimates the importance of any one of them, for each is a sphere in which God would express "the glory of his grace, which he freely bestowed on us in the Beloved" (1:6).

Let me say from conviction that tears are the outlet of the heart.

the author's judgment is always present, always evident to anyone who knows how to look for it. Whether its particular forms are harmful or serviceable is always a complex question, a question that cannot be settled by any easy reference to abstract rules. As we begin now to deal with this question, we must never forget that though the author can to some extent choose his disguises, he can never choose to disappear.

Love is like paint - you can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.

Don't die with the music still in you.

A composer once told me that the silence from which each note emerges is more important than the note itself.