Quotes About Expression

You English can't give a compliment. Not a real one. You don't know how to do it.

remaining fair-minded as their beloved gallery-in-the-making was threatened by two crammed shelves of strange Semitic lettering.

She'd never learned to measure out love: give so much, withhold so much.

So Mary spoke always, posing each declaration as a question, soliloquy in guise of conversation.

He took it between his fingers, bore down with his bruised knuckle on its ridges, and like a miner picking his way toward an unknown destination began to write—slowly, steadily, filling the void with work. Was that what sadness did to a man?

At times she could barely speak in response to the rabbi's questions. Other times she could hardly find enough breath for all the words she needed to utter, though the rabbi listened with great patience. On those days the new thoughts so brimmed in her that she felt the white plaster ceiling and the timbers and the brickwork walls couldn't contain her—should she raise her head to speak once more, she'd shake the house down.

S]he spontaneously threw back her head and trumpeted,I'm diff rent! I'm diiff rent! as if she were hurling a challenge with all her might beyond the limits of the sky.

and Homan learned a language of pointing and jabbing and fist closing and finger flicking, frowning and shrugging and waving and saluting, brow raising and eye narrowing and lip pursing and head tilting. His anger ran off, and happiness moved in.

The terrible poetry of human nudity, I understand it at last, I who tremble for the first time in trying to read it with blasé eyes.

I want a dress the color of suffering

Writing, it was like a heavenly balm, it was like the flowing out of deep waters, it was like the lifting of a load from the spirit; it brought with it a sense of relief, of assuagement. One could say things in writing without feeling self-conscious, without feeling shy and ashamed and foolish -- one could even write of the days of young Nelson, smiling a very little as one did so.

NOTICIARIO DE UN COLEGIAL MELANCÓLICO NOMINATIVO: la nieve GENITIVO: de la nieve DATIVO: a o para la nieve ACUSATIVO: a la nieve VOCATIVO: ¡oh la nieve! ABLATIVO: con la nieve de la nieve en la nieve por la nieve sin la nieve sobre la nieve tras la nieve La luna tras la nieve Y estos pronombres personales extraviados por el río y esta conjugación tristísima perdida entre los árboles BUSTER KEATON

Cuando dos poetas se conocen y se dan la mano por vez primera, es como si dos corrientes trasangélicas tropezaran, fundiéndose.

But I like my madness. There is a thrill in it unknown to such sanity as yours. ~ Book 1, Chapter 9

Mind being the seat of the soul, and literature being the expression of the mind, literature, it follows, is the soul of an age, the surviving and immortal part of it.

La pregunta es hija de la libertad.

It's just men making an art out of their wish to beat each other up," she

El Ser es hablante antes que pensante.

With lead he shaded love into the woman's eyes.

Even with the intention to be quiet, human beings seldom can restrain from comment or at least grumbled cursing; we are the chattering species, as much as we are anything else - Odd Thomas - Odd Apocalypse by Dean Koontz pg 56 chapter 7

Are you one of those people who uses words more for the sound than for the sense of them?

Finally turning his head, he regarded me appraisingly, with contempt so thick that I expected to hear it drizzle to the floor with a spattering sound.

I'd always had an ear for beauty, and maybe I'd had an eye for it as well, but until that day, I'd not recognized that the truth in great music could be found also in great art, that the heart could be lifted and the mind sharpened equally by both.

If you're going to keep the music in you, Jonah, you've got to play a little bit every day purely for pleasure. Otherwise, you'll lose the joy of it, and if you lose the joy, you won't sound good to those who know piano - or to yourself.