Quotes About Expression

Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed.

we feel obliged to repress our emotions and our desires, because they don't fit with what we call "maturity.

Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end. Thank you, then, for your tears.

I want to feel the rain on my face, to smile at any man I feel attracted to, to accept all the coffees men might buy for me. I want to kiss my mother, tell her I love her, weep in her lap, unashamed of showing my feelings, because they were always there even though I hid them.

Words are life set down on paper.

I will talk about my dances...when I was onstage I simply forgot about the woman I was and offered everything to God. That is why I was able to undress so easily. At that moment, I was nothing, not even my body. I was just movements communing with the universe.

No es necesario hablar del amor, porque el amor tiene su propia voz, y habla por sí

Everything seemed wrapped in an aura of oppressive silence; it seemed that no one wanted to share their inner world with strangers.

They exchanged glances that meant absolutely nothing.

Words are born in thought, leaving lips, they acquire soul in the ears, yet sometimes this auditory magic does not make it as far as the mouth because it is swallowed dry.

I need the words to find the music!

Self-expression must pass into communication for its fulfillment.

Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?

I would ask my teacher a question, Yehonala said. Ask, Lady Miao replied. She was brushing fine quick strokes upon a large sheet of paper spread upon a square table which the eunuch had brought to her side. When may I paint a picture of my own? Yehonala asked. Her teacher held her hand poised for an instant and cast a sidelong look from her narrowed eyes. When I can no longer command you.

You are an artist," she said. "But then all scientists are artists, my father used to say. You think like an artist, at any rate, and I can see that you want what you create to be a work of art.

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.

Now it has been said from ancient times that all women who weep may be divided into three sorts. There are those who lift up their voices and their tears flow and this may be called crying; there are those who utter loud lamentations but whose tears do not flow and this may be called howling; there are those whose tears flow but who utter no sound and this may be called weeping.

For this Mary's words were not surcharged with oversubtle meaning. No, she spoke them out swiftly and with sharp clearness and each word had its own weight and meaning and no more, good tools of her mind, but not messengers of vague suggestion.

But she would not be hastened. Words were to her things to be caught one by one and released with difficulty.

Questo è il motivo per cui mi sono tagliata i capelli. Volevo venderli per comperarmi un libro. Allora avevo paura di dirtelo, ecco perché ti parlai di orecchini. Ma è un libro, che voglio.

Come possono quei rozzi stampi che sono le parole contenere l'essenza e lo spirito dell'amore?

It is the highest reward when a writer hears when a book written in doubt and solitude, has reached a human heart with a deeper meaning than even the writer had been aware of, as she wrote. It is something extra, the unexpected return.

Déjame estar triste, es la única forma que conozco de estrujar la felicidad para que después no me pene.

Nunca has pensado escribir?, tú hablas en poesía. ¿Lo sabes?