Quotes About Expression

Art outlasts individual whim, family pride, society's orthodoxy; art always has time on its side.

He died little more than a hundred years ago, and all that remains of him is paper. Paper, ideas, phrases, metaphors, structured prose which turns into sound.

hace excavar una pequeña fosa para Gustave. Sorprendentemente, el niño sobrevive. Resulta ser un crío tardo, que se pasa tranquilamente horas y horas sentado con el dedo en la boca y una expresión «casi idiota» en el rostro. Para Sartre, es «el idiota de la familia». 1836 Comienza

This intrigued me much more. Simple, plangent words. What had I said about the voyeur inside me?

she wonders whether the Holy Ghost, conventionally represented as a dove, would not be better portrayed as a parrot. Logic is certainly on her side: parrots and Holy Ghosts can speak, whereas doves cannot.

the imagination's first duty was to be transgressive

The government had been talking about sexually transmitted disease. But it was the same with words: they too could be sexually transmitted.

When all else failed, when there seemed to be nothing but nonsense in the world, he held to this: that good music would always be good music, and great music was impregnable. You could play Bach's preludes and fugues at any tempo, with any dynamics, and they would still be great music, proof even against the wretch who brought ten thumbs to the keyboard. And in the same way, you could not play such music cynically.

You don't paint souls, you paint bodies, and the soul shines through.

Love, he had ventured, was like the vast and sudden uncreasing of a lifelong frown.

Why should a word in a recipe be less important than a word in a novel? One can lead to physical indigestion, the other to mental. I

L'arte appartiene a tutti e a nessuno. L'arte appartiene a tutti i tempi e a nessun tempo in particolare. L'arte appartiene a chi la produce e a chi l'assapora. L'arte non appartiene più al Popolo e al Partito di quanto una volta non appartenesse all'aristocrazia e ai mecenati. L'arte è il mormorio della storia, udibile al di là del rumore del tempo. L'arte non esiste per sé: esiste per il pubblico.

Th' poxy, slivey, cuntbitten shicers!

Our stories are what we are. Our stories preserve us. We give them to one another. Our stories have value

I miss art. I miss art. Life would be worth living if I had art.

We're wretches but we're still capable of this - songs rising up inside us.

You must never be embarrassed when you are moved by music?' ["Madame" Lilian Stiles-Allen] counseled. 'It shows that you are a sensitive human being, capable of much feeling.

Dancers can look at a mirror, a writer can look at a page, and a painter can look at a canvas and see their work reflected back at them. But singers can only hear and feel what they are doing. After all the training, technique, use of breath, and placement of sound, it boils down to an emotional response to music and lyrics---and the way they touch one's heart and soul

The words had somehow managed to bypass reason on the way out of his mouth

Poetry was a barrier against raw emotions. It distilled them into bearable music, allowed one to accommodate them a little at a time. Alexander Moncrieffe

But now he understood why someone would write things like 'she walked in beauty like the night' and so forth. Because poetry was a barrier against raw emotions. It distilled them into bearable music, allowed one to accommodate them a little at a time.

i can only think god is responsible for passion,for god gives us bodies with which to express it and heart in which to hold it

You should see your expression. The duel one? No. It's more like... when a snarling dog is swatted across the nose by a kitten. Surprised and affronted. As though the natural order of things has been subverted. He blinked. Bloody hell, but he was charmed speechless by the analogy.

You ought to choose fewer words that contain S for the time being. You are spitting all over me.