Quotes About Expression

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.

You know how I get angry sometimes? That's because it's the only way I can still feel. And I need to test myself, to make sure I'm really here.

Words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder. Like falling in love or finding god, if it ha...ppens to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else - and language only takes you so far.

You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for real when you need to.

She had never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

Stories are all around us, caught in the throats of the strangers you walk past and scrawled on the pages of locked diaries. They're in love letters that were never sent and between the lines of every conversation ever spoken. Just because your story's not written down doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Being gay or straight," says Elizabeth, "is about who you want to go to bed with. Being trans—or cis—is about who you want to go to bed as.

Until I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

Talking out loud to fictional characters is just the tip of the iceberg.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

When you're an artist, it's because there's something inside you that you can't keep from spilling out. Maybe it comes in the form of sentences, or a grand jete, or stroke of a paintbrush. The end result can be a million different things. But the seed, it's always the same. It's the emotion there isn't a word for. The feeling that's too big for your body. To show someone your soul, you have to bleed. People who are comfortable, people who are content, they don't create art.

If you say the same words over and over, do they become so bleached that there's no color left in them?

No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.

She falters, then gather up the weeds of her thoughts and offers me the saddest, truest bouquet.

A model's opinion seldom matters. The only time that he is required to open his mouth is when he is required to smile at the camera.

Although he too was heading to work, Shahid was glad he wasn't dragging himself off to some office job. Shahid's view: anybody who had to wear a suit to work died a little inside, every day.

Art is a journey of excellence not a goal of perfection.

Writing is easy. Saying something that would make a difference is the task.

Writing is like painting a painting. Layer over layer over layer.

Love is 100% percent practical, oral performance is an ultimate turn-off, whether you like it or not.