Quotes About Expression

Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view.

Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.

The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

Lo que no está en mi corazón, no lo escribirá mi pluma.

Kelimeler bizi yaralayacaklar? zaman devleÅŸir, bize hizmet edecekleri zamansa cüceleÅŸirler.

There was no mistaking the expression on her face. I inspired her with the strongest emotions of abhorrence and disgust. Let me not be vain enough to say that no woman had ever looked at me in this manner before. I will only venture on the more modest assertion that no woman had ever let me perceive it yet.

He started up, and wrung my hand in quite an ecstasy of gratitude. How I do hate people who can only express their feelings by hurting other people's hand.

The little children of my brain may be weakly enough, and may be sadly in want of a helping hand to aid them in their first attempts at walking on the stage of this great world; but, at any rate, they are not borrowed children.

I wonder whether the gentlemen who make a business and a living out of writing books, ever find their own selves getting in the way of their subjects, like me?

Lovely eyes in colour, lovely eyes in form — large and tender and quietly thoughtful — but beautiful above all things in the clear truthfulness of look that dwells in their inmost depths, and shines through all their changes of expression with the light of a purer and a better world.

expression—nothing

I can't say that I woke this morning; the fitter expression would be, that I recovered my senses.

All the woman flushed up in Marian's face as I spoke.

Art is the creation of beauty; it is the expression of thought or feeling in a form that seems beautiful or sublime, and therefore arouses in us some reverberation of that primordial delight which woman gives to man, or man to woman.

privately he composed—in French—a poem expressing his pleasure at having given the French a kick in the cul, which Carlyle delicately translated as "the seat of honor.

For what is philosophy but an art - one more attempt to give significant form to the chaos of experience?

The first source of art, then, is akin to the display of colors and plumage on the male animal in mating time; it lies in the desire to adorn and beautify the body. And just as self-love and mate-love, overflowing, pour out their surplus of affection upon nature, so the impulse to beautify passes from the personal to the external world. The soul seeks to express its feeling in objective ways, through color and form; art really begins when men undertake to beautify things.

Philosophy, however, is for the few, whereas poetry is more useful to the people at large.

Ars longa, vita brevis—art is long and time is fleeting: this is the tragedy of every great soul.

Laws against free speech are subversive of all law; for men will not long respect laws which they may not criticize.

Voltaire might say, "I have no scepter, but I have a pen.

I do not agree with a word that you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

Every topic begins as philosophy, turns to science and ends as art.

The only circumstances in which I would write a roman a clef would be if I'd lost my fucking car keys.