Quotes About Expression

the march of civilisation has given the modern girl a vocabulary and an ability to use it which her grandmother never had

All I tried to do was to give the little brute a cheerful expression. But, as it worked out, he looks positively dissipated.

She gazed at Berry with stolid affection, like a cow inspecting a turnip.

In my ten years of teaching I've noticed that teachers tend to have a bad habit of talking to themselves. I hypothesize that this is because we talk for a living, and we feel safe speaking our feelings aloud. Or it could be that most of us, especially the high school teacher variety, are just weird as shit.

No. Seriously. Speak American and not this ancient and very fucked-up, confusing olden-day Euro crap. Without the confusing woo-woo refrences, explain why the hell you're writing Zoey off.

man, i would have peeled off my shirt faster than you can say bubba loves trucks.

Over Kyle's shoulder she could see grandpa, looking like a cross between a grizzly bear and a giant pissed-off blowfish.

Oh, God, Shannon. You're blowing my mind. Clint's morning voice was rich with passion. I wanted to correct him and explain that it wasn't his mind I was blowing, but my mother had taught me it was impolite to speak when one's mouth was full...

Bagian terbaik dari sebuah kecantikan adalah bahwa tak ada gambar yang bisa melukiskannya. Loren Blake - Betrayed

I just sit at my typewriter and curse a bit.

Whenever I get that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.

From my earliest years I had always wanted to be a writer. It was not that I had any particular message for humanity. I am still plugging away and not the ghost of one so far, so it begins to look as though, unless I suddenly hit mid-season form in my eighties, humanity will remain a message short.

He] saw that a peculiar expression had come into his nephew's face; an expression a little like that of a young hindu fakir who having settled himself on his first bed of spikes is beginning to wish that he had chosen one of the easier religions.

You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower.

The awful part of the writing game is that you can never be sure the stuff is any good.

with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature.

It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?

He looked like a vulture dissatisfied with its breakfast corpse.

You can't fling the hands up in a passionate gesture when you are driving a car at fifty miles an hour. Otherwise, I should have done so.

He was in the frame of mind when a weaker man would have started writing poetry.

He keeps looking at me so oddly." "Oddly? How? Give me an imitation." Considering that she had only about a second and a half to do it in, I must say it was a jolly fine exhibition. She opened her mouth and eyes pretty wide and let her jaw drop sideways, and managed to look so like a dyspeptic calf that I recognized the symptoms immediately. "Oh, that's all right," I said. "No need to be alarmed. He's simply in love with you.

He sat looking at it with his eyes protruding in the manner popularized by snails, looking like something stuffed by a taxidermist who had learned his job from a correspondence course and had only got as far as lesson three.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

I shuttered from hairdo to shoe-sole