Quotes About Expression

As Roxana Robinson said, "A writer is like a tuning fork: we respond when we're struck by something….If we're lucky we'll transmit a strong pure note, one that isn't ours, but which passes through us.

different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet?

But it is exactly because I was a writer that I could never do it. The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet?

I'm very sorry - the only words that could not rework into anything but what they signified.

slowly in the tide of our opinions, oblivious that we are taking on water every time we open our mouths.

This time I don't bother with words; the ones we need don't exist in the English language. Even the syllable grief feels like a cliff, and we've fallen.

a story will tell itself, when it's ready.

et de fines rides d'expression lui encadrent la bouche, parenthèses renfermant toute une vie de mots que je n'étais pas là pour entendre.

There are nonbinary people, or enbys, who see gender as a spectrum—which it is—and want to express themselves anywhere along that spectrum as an act of freedom. Sometimes people call that genderfucking or genderqueer.

tears had a whole different melody, didn't they, without the pain threaded through them?

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

This is true of anyone: the music we choose is a clear reflection of who we really are.

I didn't want to be treated like him," Josie said, answering her mother, when what she really meant was, I wasn't brave enough.

It turned out people truly did cry into their coffee cups.

It's because you don't just tell stories," Darija explained. "You paint with words.

She watched Peter's face transform as she spoke, like the change of a season. Why hadn't she taken the time before, when she had it, to tell Peter that she understood?

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

Fiction is like that, once it is released into the world: contagious, persistent.

If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own? One

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

This is why there was music. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.

She found out that you could do a lot of editing with three words, if they were yes, no, and shit.

I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.

I think everyone in a two mile radius heard. She doesn't get pissed that often, but when she does, not even God is going to defy her.