Quotes About Expression

Words are tricky. Sometimes you need them to bring out the hurt festering inside. If you don't, it turns gangrenous and kills you. . . . But sometimes words can break a feeling into pieces.

After the fire, when I'd tried to express my gratitude for their kindness to our customers, they'd been awkward, uncomfortable. My father had had to explain to me that giving thanks is not a common practice in India. 'Then how do you know if people appreciated what you did?' I'd asked. 'Do you really need to know?' my father had asked back.

That's how love stops us when it might be healthier to speak out, to not let frustration and rage build up until it explodes.

She put on some music. Drum and flute, I think. She played it soft, because it was dreadfully late, a time when all good men and women, or at least the practical ones, had gone to bed. Then she danced for me.

Each word she'd set down in the journals was a gift and a wound.

A line from a movie she once saw flits through her mind: Life gets in the way of art. That pretty much sums up my existence, she thinks.

Talking further about it and realizing how deep my unhappiness went would only fill him with sorrow and guilt. That's how love stops us when it might be healthier to speak out, to not let frustration and rage build up until it explodes.

My fault my fault. A refrain so many women the world over have been taught to sing. 'Why do you say that, beti?

But some things can't be told that way, I know that now. They can only be approached stealthily, from behind, like wild birds. And even then they catch your scent and take flight before you throw your net of words over them.

Doit chascuns panser et antandre A bien dire et a bien aprandre ; Qu'il est louable de s'appliquer à bien dire et à bien enseigner.

For sorrow to which one gives voice is worth nothing if it does not touch the heart.

I think that most writers who are trying to write important and difficult books are in many ways putting their own humanity into question. Sometimes the journey is finding out where you stand in relationship to your own humanity and to the humanity of others.

I have been thinking, my love, and on my return, I would like to reveal the truth of us, of myself. I am tired of this restrictive masculine role.

The privilege of being a writer is that you have this opportunity to slow down and to consider things.

I truly believe that writing is a continuum--so the different genres and forms are simply stops along the same continuum. Different ideas that need to be expressed sometimes require different forms for the ideas to float better.

The art is never about what you write about. The art is about how you write about what you write about.

She had spent the majority of her days in some sort of a tizzy and had developed over the course of her life a tizzy repertoire of abundant variety, from the black depressive tizzy to the anxious weepy tizzy to the more traditional furious tizzy, which almost always involved projectiles.

Fuck)! Jim cried, and certainly it felt like a generative word. It felt like he was using it correctly for the first time, like saying Jesus! when you saw Him in a piece of blackened toast, or Oh my God! when a bush in your backyard happened spontaneously to burst into flame.

Talent is not universal but it is widely spread: Give enough people the capacity to create, and inevitably gems will emerge.

In America, life is introverted, self-absorbed - and so is their music.

The band responded by handing their instruments over to some fans during the encores, and leaving the stage. 'That was the ultimate,' Paul told Q. 'People pay to come in and see us – and end up playing the bloody songs themselves.

I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive .