Quotes About Expression

Sono così intelligente che a volte non capisco una sola parola di quel che sto dicendo.

Art persists, it timelessly continues.

Why, my dear Basil, he is a Narcissus, and you—well, of course you have an intellectual expression, and all that. But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself an exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

Palabras! ¡Simples palabras! ¡Qué terribles eran! ¡Cuán claras, vívidas y crueles! Parece que uno no puede escaparse de ellas. ¡Y, sin embargo, qué magia sutil contienen! Parecen conferir una forma plástica a las cosas informes y tienen una música propia, tan dulce como la del violín o la del laúd. ¡Simples palabras! ¿Hay algo más real que las palabras?

The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.

But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.

The only things that one can use in fiction are the things that one has ceased to use in fact.

Lots of people act well, but very few people talk well, which shows that talking is much the more difficult thing of the two, and much the finer thing also.

People are so annoying. All my pianists look exactly like poets; and all my poets look exactly like pianists.

But in the case of an artist, weakness is nothing less than a crime, when it is a weakness that paralyses the imagination.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid.

I believe that if one man were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream--I believe that the world would gain such a fresh impulse of joy that we would forget all the maladies of mediaevalism, and return to the Hellenic ideal--to something finer, richer than the Hellenic ideal, it may be. But

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

No Artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

An alliterative prefix served as an ornament of oratory.

Pentru a-È›i recâÈ™tiga tinereÈ›ea trebuie doar s?-È›i repeÈ›i nebuniile.

A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.

Your days are your sonnets.

Hello, I am Oscar Wilde

Like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart.

What people call insincerity is simply a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. the sitter is merely the accident, the occasion.