Quotes About Expression

Mami answers and her voice is hoarse and thin, and i think fight me better than this .

Olivia made Mrs. Fletcher nervous. That was difficult to process. I'd recently come across a proverb about not speaking unless you'd thought of something better than silence. So I kept typing.

To be precise, she doesn't like the way her smile photographs as forced. So smiling's out. But she doesn't think she can sustain a sober look without seeming unfriendly, so she frequently switches between two expressions—one she thinks of as Alert and the other she thinks of as Accommodating, though she's the only one who can tell the difference.

So everybody lives the way they're told to. The way they have to. Everybody most of the time. Not ever all the time. Hair style, clothing, manner of speech, ideas, cars, houses, and everything. Just like they have to. Even the way we walk. But not all the time. Comes a time when everybody breaks out. And that's the only characteristic of human nature I know of. Not greed, not obedience, not violence, nor any of those things the capitalists would have us believe are intrinsic. Only rebellion.

I like driving cab. Receptionists, sales clerks, waitresses -- they all have to look pleasant all the time. I can snarl if I want. There ain't too many women who can do that. Maybe garment workers are allowed to snarl at their sewing machines. But women mostly have to look pleasant when they're fucking miserable, and smile when they're angry.

wrote no letters to the editor. Cool admiration, but no fire.

Now that you are a big girl, you must always be more careful and not show those feelings', Alexandra reiterated. 'One must not let others see what one feels inside.'15

I thought Erica Jong's Fear of Flying was one of the biggest pieces of crap that I've ever read in my life.

It's so nice to be insane, no one asks you to explain.

English speakers' guide to learning languages, lesson #3: If in doubt, try saying the same thing again in a different accent (lesson #1 being 'say it louder' and lesson #2 being 'say it more slowly').

Miracles are natural expressions of total forgiveness. 2Through miracles, you affirm your acceptance of God's forgiveness by extending it to others. 2 The second step is inherent in the first, because light cannot tolerate darkness.21 2Light, by definition, dispels darkness automatically.

Miracles are natural expressions of total forgiveness. Through miracles, man accepts God's forgiveness by extending it to others.

One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways.

Without play at many levels of language, from phonemes to logical structures, a poem is merely prose with linebreaks added.

A poem needs imaginative rhythms as well as imaginative transformation of content.

what delights the poet is 'unintelligibility' ...(where) language doesn't sound like anything anyone could possibly say in 'real life' or in 'real philosophy.

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

We packed whole lives into bundles in search of what chooses us, what wants to come back to the surface, what needs to be said. We had so many dreams we didn't know what to make of them.

Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes, they must submerge, cut through, get beyond the ultimate reverse-discourse, including the one that laughs at the very idea of pronouncing the word "silence"...In one another we will never be lacking.

All literature is scarry.

And I'll bet you," I said to Patsy, "that men who've never had any trouble at all saying 'charwoman' or 'cleaningwoman' will find it absolutely impossible to say 'clergywoman'.

But the only way to lessen the fear is to get out and speak.

It's that I don't like white paper backgrounds. A woman does not live in front of white paper. She lives on the street, in a motor car, in a hotel room.

How do we understand prejudice, hatred, and violence in the context of modern societies, like our own, among people much like ourselves, among men and women who lived, not in dark times, but in an era when the balance of opinion was against the all-too-open expression of hatred?