Quotes About Expression

Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.

Without music, life would be a blank to me.

I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.

A person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill.

Every savage can dance.

I have not wanted syllables where actions have spoken so plainly.

I am not at all in a humor for writing; I must write on till I am.

Elinor could sit still no longer. She almost ran out of the room, and as soon as the door was closed, burst into tears of joy, which at first she thought would never cease.

My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them??by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents.

One man's style must not be the rule of another's.

At first sight, his address is certainly not striking; and his person can hardly be called handsome, till the expression of his eyes, which are uncommonly good, and the general sweetness of his countenance, is perceived.

He luchado en vano. Ya no puedo más. Soy incapaz de contener mis sentimientos. Permítame que le diga que la admiro y la amo apasionadamente.

The evening ended with dancing. On its being proposed, Anne offered her services, as usual, and though her eyes would sometimes fill with tears as she sat at the instrument, she was extremely glad to be employed, and desired nothing in return but to be unobserved.

Elizabeth Bennet: And that put paid to it. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love? Mr. Darcy: I thought that poetry was the food of love. Elizabeth Bennet: Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead Mr. Darcy: So what do you recommend to encourage affection? Elizabeth Bennet: Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable.

Marianne was silent; it was impossible for her to say what she did not feel, however trivial the occasion…

My style of writing is very different from yours.

Every body allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female.

There is safety in reserve, but no attraction. One cannot love a reserved person.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am.

What should I do with your strong, manly, spirited sketches, full of variety and glow? How could I possibly join them on to the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as produces little effect after much labour?

I can always live by my pen.

The world may know my words, but it has no such privileges with my heart

sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in but what was worn and hackneyed out of all sense and meaning

Every body at all addicted to letter writing, without having much to say, which will include a large proportion of the female world at least…