Quotes About Expression

Don't die with your music still in you.

Listen to your music, and do what you know you have to do to feel whole, to feel complete, and to feel as if you're fulfilling your destiny. You'll never be at peace if you don't get that music out and let it play. Let the world know why you're here, and do it with passion.

How can you fail at being yourself

Apply your own uniqueness to everything you undertake. Whatever you feel compelled to do—be it write music, design software, do floral arrangements, clean teeth, or drive a taxi—do it with your unique flair.

When you're in touch with the energy of your origin, you offer the world your authentic intelligence, talents, and behaviors.

Maya Angelou once observed, "A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

but by loving what I'm saying and selling that love.

Ideas are impressed on the subconscious through the medium of feeling. No idea can be impressed on the subconscious mind until it is felt, but once felt—be it good, bad or indifferent—it must be expressed. Feeling is the one and only medium through which ideas are conveyed to the subconscious.

Writing is not something that I do. It is what I am.

Do what you know you have to do to feel whole, to feel complete, and to feel as if you're fulfilling your destiny. You'll never be at peace if you don't get that music out and let it play. Don't die with that music still in you.

Let the world know why you're here and do it with passion...Don't die with your music still inside you.

A painting is more than the sum of its parts.

Tiene esta mirada en sus ojos en la que parece que ha traspasado el patio, el vecindario, el mundo. Y mientas sus grandes y callosas manos tocan el lienzo con su pincel, es como si su cuerpo estuviera poseído por alguna gracia espiritual.

But, Steven!" my mom said, then threw her hands in the air.

The language that reveals also obscures.

She would do a mans work when she needed to, but she lived and died without ever putting on a pair of pants. She wore dresses. Being a widow, she wore them black. Being a woman of her time she wore them long. the girls of her day I think must have been like well wrapped gifts to be opened by their husbands on their wedding night, a complete surprise. 'Well! What's this!?

I loved the different voices all singing one song, the various tones and qualities, the passing lifts of feeling, rising up and going out forever. Old Man Profet, who was a different man on Sunday, used to draw out the notes at the ends of verses so he could listen to himself, and in fact it sounded pretty.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn it can be stabbed to death by a joke or worried to death by a frown on the right person's brow.

This habit of using words which have no definite meaning is very convenient to writers, but very much the reverse for readers. [What is Darwinism (New York, 1874), p. 21]

Our individual lives cannot, generally, be works of art unless the social order is also.

An artist cannot fail it is a success to be one.

Music may be yet unborn. Perhaps no music has ever been written or heard. Perhaps the birth of art will take place at the moment in which the last man who is willing to make a living out of art is gone and gone forever.

You cannot set art off in a corner and hope for it to have vitality, reality, and substance.

A song has a few rights the same as ordinary citizens... if it happens to feel like flying where humans cannot fly... to scale mountains that are not there, who shall stop it?