Quotes About Expression

Silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words.

No matter how banal the contents, there is always something that touches me. For someone now dead once thought these words significant enough to write them down.

My words flew like birds into a pane of glass.

In speech he stretched out his vowel sounds to give his mouth a rest before the next consonant.

I hardly suppose Wagner lost sleep worrying whether he'd hurt someone's feelings. But then he was a genius.

Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you.

There is something about words.

I had realized that while books are extraordinary, writers themselves are no more or less special than anyone else.

Although Mr. Montgomery must have been sixty, he had the unlined face of an infant. After forty years of practicing a poker face in the office, the muscles that twitch and tauten in response to doubt, worry, or suspicion had atrophied to the degree that it was now impossible to read any kind of expression in his face other than a general and permanent bonhomie.

Las historias necesitan palabras. Sin ellas palidecen, enferman y mueren. Y luego te persiguen.

How horribly dull. I could never have been a biographer. Don't you think one can tell the truth much better with a story?" "Not in the stories you have told the world so far.

I needed a lost language. One in which I could communicate with the lost.

I'm a storyteller." "I am a biographer.

speech he stretched out his vowel sounds to give his mouth a rest before the next consonant.

There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as they say, read them like a book.

El silencio no es el entorno natural para las historias -me dijo en una ocasión la señorita Winter-. Las historias necesitan palabras. Sin ellas palidecen, enferman y mueren. Y luego te persiguen.

Cuando escribo, incluso ahora mientras estoy escribiendo esta frase, esta palabra, soy consciente de la presencia de un lector fantasma que se inclina sobre mi hombro y contempla mi pluma, que tergiversa mis palabras y distorsiona mi significado, haciéndome sentir incómoda incluso en la intimidad de mis propios pensamientos.

It was laconic, but it was true. As soon as you started to put more words in, you came to unreason.

Terminado el entierro, por fin podría llorar. Pero no pude. Mi lágrimas, contenidas durante demasiado tiempo, se habían secado. Tendrían que quedarse dentro para siempre.

To write is to feel the dance of your soul swirling in a dream that drips imagination onto paper.

Nancy Rue has once more proven that Christianity doesn't necessary arrive in a double-breasted suit or wearing pearls. Sometimes it roars in on a Harley, packing more punch than a three-part sermon.

Dianne Jacob

I've never believed in God. But I believe in Picasso.

As an artist I have always tried to be faithful to my vision of life, and I have frequently been in conflict with those who wanted me to paint not what I saw but what they wished me to see.