Quotes About Expression

Sometimes the only thing to do is yell "Fuck!

His expression is intense but gentle, a combination of a wise elder and a stuffed animal, and it comes with a message:

Then I feel the tears well up. Laughter to tears—grief. I'm going to miss Julie and I'm having a hard time with this myself. Sometimes the only thing to do is yell, "Fuck!

Sometimes people can't identify their feelings because they were talked out of them as children.

not that she's hiding her feelings; it's that she can't access them. There's a word for this kind of emotional blindness: alexithymia. She doesn't know what she's feeling or doesn't have the words to express it.

alexithymia. She doesn't know what she's feeling or doesn't have the words to express it.

It's not that she's hiding her feelings; it's that she can't access them. There's a words for this kind of emotional blindness: alexithymia. She doesn't know what she's feeling of doesn't have the words to express it.

John points to his tears. "See?" he says. "My fucking humanity." "It's magnificent," I say.

Talking can keep people in their heads and safely away from their emotions.

It's not that she's hiding her feelings; it's that she can't access them. There's a word for this kind of emotional blindness: alexithymia. She doesn't know what she's feeling or doesn't have the words to express it.

Sprechen das Englisch!

We read to learn about the world. We write to change the world.

Write,' she said, 'as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth.

Art isn't a product. It's an experience

Aunt Lovey used to tell me that if I wanted to be a writer, I needed a writer's voice. 'Read,' she'd say, 'and if you have a writer's voice, one day it will shout out, 'I can do that too!

Whiplash chatter. That was his Zoey.

say, but the words welled up in him, hard

Cowboy!" she hollered. Every man on the street turned to stare at her.

I remember reading once that some fellows use language to conceal thought; but it's been my experience that a good many more use it instead of thought.

When love is full grown it has few words, and sometimes it growls them out.

Beginning before you know what you want to say and keeping on after you have said it lands a merchant in a lawsuit or the poorhouse, and the first is a shortcut to the second.

How we gets to the place where we scared to talk softness to each other.

words on paper are not the same as blood on hands.

Really?" Catherine didn't look at all appalled. "What was it like to wear trousers in public?" "Quite . . . liberating, actually." "I daresay, I think we wear far too many layers of clothes." "I agree," both men said at once. Olivia and Catherine giggled like young girls.