Quotes About Expression

I think women are sensual, beautiful beings, and I feel empowered when I express myself sexually.

People take sex far too seriously.

I think an artist can fit under a few different categories depending on how much you explore your creativity. It can vary from artist to artist from musician to performer to vocalist. I thrive on creativity. So in the long run I want to be an all around entertainer.

Sometimes, especially in the last six months, I still feel like going to the window and singing out all my troubles.

Blues and soul and jazz music has so much pain, so much beauty of raw emotion and passion.

I'm not really religious but very spiritual. I give money to this company that manufactures hearing aids on a regular basis. More people should really hear me sing. I have a gift from God.

I don't think there is such a thing as being too raunchy when it comes to the art form of burlesque.

You used to have to sing and convey emotion, and now, well, technically you can do anything with technology. It sucks for music today, but that's why that old music feels so good to me.

I turned to music originally because of my past and needing a release or an outlet to get out anger or frustration or hurt.

For me the visual is just as important as the music.

I love theatrics and have a huge imagination: Why would I want to sit onstage and sing a bunch of ballads back-to-back?

And so your personality is shaped. You know too much, and this knowledge makes you wary. You grow fearful and mistrustful. The expression of emotion does not come naturally, so you learn to fake it. To pretend. To display an empathy you don't actually feel. And so it is that you learn how to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken inside.

That's my little secret, Christina," he says. "I am always painting myself.

We sit in silence, the air between bristling with words unsaid.

It's hard to say what's in my head. It's been a long time since anyone cared to ask.

she knows from experience that tough and weird is preferable to pathetic and vulnerable, and she wears her Goth persona like armor.

And so your personality is shaped. You know too much, and this knowledge makes you wary. You grow fearful and mistrustful. The expression of emotion does not come naturally, so you learn to fake it. To pretend. To display an empathy you don't actually feel.

Christina Baker Kline

Cavilo sobre el papel, tratando de derramar mi corazón en la página. Pero solo se me ocurren las mismas palabras, y espero que la profundidad del sentimiento que hay tras ellas les dé peso y sustancia. «Te amo. Te echo de menos. Ten cuidado.»

In Mr. Reed's classroom there's a photo of Molly Molasses taken near the end of her life. In it she sits ramrod straight, wearing a beaded, peaked headdress and two large silver brooches around her neck. Her face is dark and wrinkled and her expression is fierce. Sitting in the empty classroom after school one day, Molly stares at that face for a long time, looking for answers to questions she doesn't know how to ask.

I puzzle over the onionskin, trying to spill my heart onto the page. But I can only come up with the same words, in the same order, and hope the depth of feeling beneath them gives them weight and substance. I love you. I miss you.

The expression of emotion does not come naturally, so you learn to fake it. To pretend. To display an empathy you don't actually feel.

He frowns. "Sure is strange looking. Doubt I could sell it if I tried.

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb' (Andre Breton qtd. p. 55)