Quotes About Expression

He held up two fingers, in case a landman might not fully comprehend so great a number.

The author says that when an angry impulse is not immediately expressed, it turns to melancholy.

Where would conversation be, if we were not allowed to exchange our minds freely and to abuse our neighbours from time to time?' said Stephen.

he was hungry; and he was cross with his wife, who had said in her clear ringing voice, 'I will tell you what, Maturin, if this baby of ours has anything like the discontented, bilious, liverish expression you have brought down from town, it shall be changed out of hand for something more cheerful from the Foundling Hospital.

To paint and nothing more. And to paint seeking a new expression, divested of useless realism, with a method linked only to my thought—without enslaving myself or associating myself with objective reality. Neither the good nor the true; neither the useful nor the useless. It is my will that takes form outside of all extrinsic schemes, without considering what the public or the critics will say.

But there were also men of far greater value who were drawn to Cubism, men whose language was paint or sculpture: among them Léger, Picabia, Delaunay, La Fresnaye, Le Fauconnier, Dufy for a while and Friesz, Lhote, Kisling, Herbin of the Bateau-Lavoir, Survage, Marcoussis, Diego Rivera, Mondrian, Archipenko, Brancusi, Lipchitz, and perhaps the most important of them all, the three brothers Jacques Villon, Duchamp-Villon, and Marcel Duchamp.

It has been said that in the "Jeune fille à la mandoline" Picasso was getting the best of several worlds, and certainly he makes use both of immediate and of remote symbols in what even the most sullen and dogged opponents of Cubism confess to be a

Braque was right in saying, "The only thing that matters about a painting is what cannot be explained." Assertions that the picture is moving accomplish nothing, and the only hope of conveying some ghost of the feeling lies in description.

But the face I would always remember best was the one that never made the pictures. The one behind the camera.

People who keep their feelings to themselves tend not to know, after a while, what their feelings are.

Fiction should always steer clear of political considerations.

Poetry is a sort of homecoming.

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.

rush of pine scent (once upon a time), the unlicensed conviction there ought to be another way of saying this.

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss. But it had to go through its own lack of answers, through terrifying silence, through the thousand darknesses of murderous speech. It went through. It gave me no words for what was happening, but went through it. Went through and could resurface, 'enriched' by it all.

And the too much of my speaking: heaped up round the little crystal dressed in the style of your silence.

Rumpty! he muttered, which was very rude if you were one of the few people in the universe who understood what it meant.

with a look on her face that said she had a lot of plates to juggle, but as long as you were prepared to be spun, everything would be fine.

Brian's Law. The longer you wait to write a thank-you note, the longer it must be.

This simple smile is the easiest expression to recognize. We found such smiles can be seen from further away (300 feet) and with a briefer exposure than other emotional expressions.

restricted to a single modality (face, or voice, or such autonomic nervous system changes as indicated by swallowing), it is an important flag that something important is happening which should be explored.

A picture tells a thousand words. But you get a thousand pictures from someone's voice.

The word paradise came out of my mouth, without thinking.

On one university campus there is a fifty-foot-tall pair of leaning tubes, ten feet in diameter, painted various shades of red and orange, and apparently struggling with each other. The maker has named it The Covenant. Students wisely call it Dueling Tampons.