Quotes About Expression

He made me into a story, and now I am going to make a story out of someone else

He ought to have been taught better than to let his emotions show on his face. Instead, he assumed that others would care about his feelings, so he didn't bother to hide them.

He said that all the story had gone out of me.

Little queen,' Madoc says with a crooked smile. Despite not sharing blood with Oak, the mischief in his expression is familiar. 'All grown up and come to devour your maker. I can't say as I blame you.

I swallow the howl clawing up my throat.

He made me into a story, and I am going to make a story out of someone else.

Once, the thing I am wearing was a sundress, with fluttery sleeves. A diaphanous white gown that flowed around me when I spun. I found it in a shop late one night. I'd stripped off the clothes given to me in the Court of Teeth, left them behind, and put that on instead. I liked the dress so much that I wove myself a crown of hellebores and danced through the night streets. I stared at myself in puddles, convinced that as long as I didn't smile, I might even be pretty.

Tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over.

Jude gives him a look. It is an expression that he never once saw her make when they attended the palace school together, yet from the first he saw it, he knew it to be her truest face. Conspiratorial. Daring. Bold.

You're mixing your metaphors. It gives me a headache.

Please restrain your commentary on the furniture.

Every writer has something to say, but those writers whose works endure have dared to say something about the things that frighten them, confuse them, challenge them, and occasionally delight them.

Write with joy

The story I'm writing finds its own voice while I'm writing it.

Language is like songs, like food, like dance-it is the expression of what we think.

Speaking, he addressed her with winged words.

I didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!

Déjame entrar a tu íntimo alfabeto... Déjame entrar a tu íntimo alfabeto para saber lo tuyo por su nombre y a través de tus letras hablar de lo que permanece y también de auroras y de nieblas Déjame entrar para aprenderte y girar en tu órbita de voces hablándote de lo que me acontece describiéndote a ti Quiero dar testimonio a los hombres de tus enes y tus zetas desnudarte ante ellos como una niña para que todos se expresen con acento puro.

Words will not speak and the silence freezes into the images of the apartheid

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

I'm a great poet. I don't put my poems on paper: they consist of actions and feelings.

Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.

I am a galley slave to pen and ink.

Kar??l?k görmemi? duygular baz? ruhlarda kin haline gelir, bende ise öyle olmad?; yo?unla?t? bu duygular içimde, bir yer etti kendine, sonra da oradan hayat?ma f??k?rd?.