Quotes About Expression

Seul, Être à soi-même son pain, Et encore, il s'engrange qu'il dit, Et pète par toutes les fissures. En blocs, en lames, en jets et en cristal, Mais derrière le mur de ses paroles, C'est un grand sourd.

I begin to write, almost without realizing it, without thinking, busy transmitting these words I don't recognize, although they are highly significant: "Too much! Too much! You're giving me too much!

First man knows, then he understands, last he sees, or thinks he sees, and embroiders. In the same way the true poet creates, then understands...sometimes.

But this idea, after a few quick triturations, would in turn become dangerous, for is there anything in a word which cannot be turned into a dagger?

Those who say they don't care a damn do care a damn, because those who don't care a damn, don't say they don't care a damn.

Musical compositions, it should be remembered, do not inhabit certain countries, certain museums, like paintings and statues. The Mozart Quintet is not shut up in Salzburg: I have it in my pocket.

The best antidote to writer's block is...to write.

What is the "it" in "write it down"? When you don't have an answer to that question, when you don't know what your goals are, you can use your writing to point you in the right direction. If you don't know what you want, start writing. Writing makes its own meaning

Writing separates the dream from the fear; writing about your anxiety makes it an entity existing outside of your goal.

Tears are the symbol of the inability of the soul to restrain its emotion and retain its self command.

The musician of the present day, not being able to give us what is beautiful, torments himself to give us what is new.

Analysis kills spontaneity.

A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.

Different people have different duties assigned to them by Nature Nature has given one the power or the desire to do this, and the other that. Each bird must sing with his own throat.

Art is man's expression of his joy in labor.

So many poets die ere they are known, I pray you, hear me kindly for their sake. Not of the harp, but of the soul alone, Is the deep music all true minstrels make: Hear my soul's music, and I will beguile, With string and song, your festival awhile.

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.

No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.

The habit of expression leads to the search for something to express. Something remains as a residuum of the commonplace itself, if one strikes out every commonplace in the expression.

After my recent brush with voicelessness, I thought I'd share with you a few thoughts about speech. Don't take it lightly my friends. If music is the pathway to the heart as Voltaire suggested, then speech is the pathway to other people. Live in silence and you live alone.

Recognition of belligerency as an expression of sympathy is all very well.

Where there is no passion there can be no poetry.

It is up to each individual consciousness to develop its own symbol or symbols, its own symbolic universe.

Rhythm is a conception, not a physical reality. It is true that, to be realized in music, rhythm must be marked by some sort of sound, but this sound is not itself the rhythm.