Quotes About Expression

How can you even dream I might be teasing? Well, you haven't once said you loved me. That's all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I. You are teasing me now; aren't you? A little maybe

Well, you haven't once said you loved me.' 'That's all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.

You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance

I have loved you for several hours now

I write out of revenge

The easiest thing to do on earth is not write.

Se mi stai prendendo in giro, Westley, ti uccido». «Come puoi pensare che ti prenda in giro?» «Be', non hai detto nemmeno una volta che mi ami». «È solo questo che vuoi? Facile. Ti amo. Okay? Lo vuoi più forte? Ti amo. Devo sillabarlo? Ti-i-a-emme-o. Lo vuoi a rovescio? Oma it».

sorry about that, Helen)

The only impeccable writers are those who never wrote.

Poetry is only the highest eloquence of passion, the most vivid form of expression that can be given to our conception of anything, whether pleasurable or painful, mean or dignified, delightful or distressing. It is the perfect coincidence of the image and the words with the feeling we have, and of which we cannot get rid in any other way, that gives an instant satisfaction to the thought. This is equally the origin of wit and fancy, of comedy and tragedy, of the sublime and pathetic.

Nobody is bored when he is trying to make something that is beautiful, or to discover something that is true.

Their intention, clearly, was to beat the censors at their own game. If pictures had to be neutered, they'd rather do the castration themselves.

I don't sing because I'm happy. I'm happy because I sing.

Philosophy lives in words, but truth and fact well up into our lives in ways that exceed verbal formulation.

A Beethoven string-quartet is truly, as some one has said, a scraping of horses' tails on cats' bowels, and may be exhaustively described in such terms; but the application of this description in no way precludes the simultaneous applicability of an entirely different description.

But when other people criticise our own more exalted soul-flights by calling them "nothing but" expressions of our organic disposition, we feel outraged and hurt, for we know that, whatever be our organism's peculiarities, our mental states have their substantive value as revelations of the living truth; and we wish that all this medical materialism could be made to hold its tongue.

We ought to say a feeling of and, a feeling of if, a feeling of but, and a feeling of by, quite as readily as we say a feeling of blue or a feeling of cold.

a man does not cry because he is sad, he is sad because he cries

He frequently lost all self-control and his language grew increasingly violent. In his intimate circle he now found no restraining influence.47

And Treitschke outdoes Hegel in proclaiming war as the highest expression of man. To him "martial glory is the basis of all the political virtues; in the rich treasure of Germany's glories the Prussian military glory is a jewel as precious as the masterpieces of our poets and thinkers." He holds that "to play blindly with peace… has become the shame of the thought and morality of our age.

Art is something which lies in the slender margin between the real and the unreal.

If tears of grief flowed from the eyes and tears of anger from the ears, I could show my heart without saying a word. But my tears all pour in the same way from my eyes, and there's no difference in their color. It's not surprising that you can't tell what's in my heart.

A sickly little smile grew and died on his mouth like a fungus.

He said, You'll write it not because there's no possibility it'll be found but because it costs too much to not write it.