Quotes About Expression

Måske skal et barn, der i alt hemmelighed holder af digte, engang finde den der, læse digtene og føle noget ved det, noget hendes omgivelser ikke forstår.

Vis ikke dette brev til andre, for intet menneske vil kunne forstå vores sindssyge forhold, før jeg tager mig sammen og giver kunstnerisk udtryk for det.

Someday I'll write down all of the words that flow through me. Someday other people will read them in a book and marvel that a girl could be a poet, after all . . . I want so badly to write down the words, but where in the world would I hide such papers?

Jokin ahdistaa rintaani kun kiipeän portaita ylös. Ihmiselämän nurja puoli ammottaa entistä avoimempana minua vasten, ja sitä on entistä vaikeampi kattaa niillä kirjoittamattomilla, vapisevilla sanoilla joita sydämeni aina kuiskaa.

apám elismer?en mondja, hogy "a Victor Hugó nagyon jó író", fontoskodva kioktatom: Apa rosszul mondja a nevét. Ügónak ejtik. Leszarom, hogy ejtik, mondja apám rezzenéstelenül. Minden nevet úgy kell ejteni, ahogy le van írva. A többi csak felvágás.

I carried the cups out to the kitchen, and inside of me long, mysterious words began to crawl across my soul like a protective membrane. A song, a poem, something soothing and rhythmic and immensely pensive, but never distressing or sad, as I knew the rest of my day would be distressing and sad. When these light waves of words streamed through me, I knew that my mother couldn't do anything else to me because she had stopped being important to me.

It was simply that she was only fully alive when she devoted herself to her singular ability to draw, and when she drew she was naturally always alone.

And all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.

Om man är arg så är man arg, konstaterade lilla My och skalade sin potatis med tänderna. Man ska vara arg ibland, vartenda knytt har rätt att vara ilsket.

og forresten er vel alle og enhver ulykkelig på sin egen måte, og det skulle jeg tro de har rett til!

She had picked the spot the day before and carried out a stool low enough to sit on and still have her paintbox and her water cup within reach. Anna didn't use an easel. Easels seemed to her an altogether too assertive aid, too obvious. She liked to work as unobtrusively as possible, the paper spread on a board in her lap, close to her hand.

That's not true, not grammar, and it doesn't even rhyme properly,' said Snufkin, and the subject was dropped.

Jag trur inte att jag helt och hållet är lesbisk... och mitt förhållande til männen er oförandrat.

It's the unexpressed that interests me, he thought. I've been drawing too explicitly; it's a mistake to clarify everything.

One evening, Sophia wrote a letter and stuck it under the door. It said, "I hate you. With warm personal wishes, Sophia.

Berenice's drawing was good. It had been done in a kind of painstaking fury, and depicted a creature with a black hole for a face. This creature was moving forward with its shoulders hunched. Its arms were long scalloped wings, like those on a bat. They began near its neck and dragged on the ground on either side, a prop or perhaps a hindrance for the vague, boneless body.

Minä menin edellä tupaan ja itkin koko ajan mutta nyt kyllä etupäässä vain tehdäkseni vaikutuksen.

Toute nature morte, tout paysage, tout n'est qu'autoportrait.

Mari," said Jonna, "sometimes you're really a little too obvious." "Do you think? But once in a while a person just needs to say what doesn't need to be said. Don't you think?

A theatre is the most important sort of house in the world, because that's where people are shown what they could be if they wanted, and what they'd like to be if they dared to and what they really are

There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.

My dad always told me that anyone's voice is just another instrument added to the music.

I've made club songs, and I've made radio songs, and I've made the car songs.

And all the things I think, and all the things I believe, are making me cry.