Quotes About Expression

Ich aber konnte überhaupt keine Schuld in dem Kind entdecken, seit es nicht mehr so wehrlos und stumm wie in den ersten Wochen war. Und damals war es wohl nicht unschuldig, sondern nur unfähig zu einer Äußerung gewesen, ein Bündel auf feinem Fleisch und Flachs, mit dünnem Atem, mit einem riesigen dumpfen Kopf, der wie ein Blitzableiter die Botschaften der Welt entschärfte.

I will tell you a terrible secret: language is punishment. Language must encompass all things and in it all things must again transpire according to guilt and the degree of guilt.

A quien nunca se quedó sin palabras, y yo os lo digo, quien sólo sabe ayudarse a sí mismo, con las palabras, a éste no se le puede ayudar. Ni por el camino corto ni por el largo. Hacer sostenible una única frase, aguantar el dig-dong de las palabras. Nadie escriba esta frase que no la firma.

We have to work hard with the bad language that we have inherited to arrive at that language which has never yet ruled, but which rules our intuition, and which we imitate.

Believe me, expression is insanity, it arises out of our insanity. It also has to do with turning pages, with hunting from one page to the other, with flight, with complicity in an absurd, gushing effusion, with a vile overflow of verse, with insuring life in a single sentence, and, in turn, with the sentences seeking insurance in life.

Believe me, expression is insanity, it arises out of our insanity. It also has to do with turning pages, with hunting from one page to the other, with flight, with complicity in an absurd, solidified effusion, with a vile over flow of verse, with insuring life in a single sentence, and, in turn, with the sentences seeking insurance in life.

Estar permanentemente en las palabras, quieras o no, estar siempre vivo, lleno de palabras por la vida, como si las palabras estuviesen vivas, como si la vida fuera palabra.

I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.

speak across borders even if borders pass through every word.

What actually is possible, however, is transformation. And the transformative effect that emanates from new works leads us to new perception, to a new feeling, new consciousness

The children are in love but do not know with what. They talk in gibberish, muse themselves into an indefinable pallor, and when they are completely at a loss they invent a language that maddens them. My fish. My hook. My fox. My snare. My fire. You my water. You my current. My earth. You my if. And you my but. Either. Or. My everything...my everything...They push one another, go for each other with their fists and scuffle over a counter-word that doesn't exist.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break." ? William

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. ~ Author Unknown

But there in the middle of the crowded dance floor, his gaze held hers, said things that didn't need words for expression. The message couldn't have been more eloquent.

It doesn't matter if anyone else ever sees my pictures or not. They are for me, part of who I am and how I express my interpretation of what I see in this world.

the letter the young composer

Say anything you want against The Seventh Seal . My fear of death — this infantile fixation of mine — was, at that moment, overwhelming. I felt myself in contact with death day and night, and my fear was tremendous. When I finished the picture, my fear went away. I have the feeling simply of having painted a canvas in an enormous hurry — with enormous pretension but without any arrogance. I said, 'Here is a painting; take it, please.

One of ennui's most terribel components is the overwhelming feeling of ennui that comes over you whenever you try to explain it.

My play opens with an actor walking down into the audience, where he strangles the critic, then reads aloud from a little black book all the humiliations he has noted therein. Then he throws up on the audience, after which he exits and puts a bullet through his head.

On the whole, however, art is free, shameless, irresponsible, and, as I said: the movement is intense, almost feverish, like, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself has long been dead, eaten, deprived of its poison, but the skin moves, filled with meddlesome life.

It is my opinion that art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship. It severed an umbilical cord and now lives its own sterile life, genetaring and degenerating itself.

Every artist who creates intense depictions of his own problems, which he believes not only to be important to him, but also to others, needs to use himself.

I have always felt lonely in the world out there. That is why I escaped into filmmaking even though the feeling of community is an illusion.

Kuru kafa resmi, hemen hemen bir ç?plak kad?n kadar ilginçtir.