Quotes About Expression

How can you be so cold-blooded about everything?" She could have sworn that one corner of the Mage's mouth twitched upward for just an instant as he gestured toward the sun beating down upon them. "I am actually quite warm at the moment.

Can you giggle?" he asked. "I don't giggle, Jason. I can…chuckle.

If someone is hostile in the delivery of their feedback, remember that it is an expression of their level of fear, not your level of incompetence or unlovability.

In every area of our lives, the three things that most need to be shared are resentments that have built up, the unmet needs and demands that underlie those resentments, and appreciations.

Walt Whitman said, "To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not. ~Ernest Hemingway

There were a few teachers who just did not like me because of my face. Once, I was told to stand in the corner until I cheered up. The attitude was, 'Oh, for God's sake, what's the matter with him?' But it's just a natural expression.

Just remember, that the people who sneer or quip are afraid too. Afraid of your ideas.

Oh sweet cheeze-us!" I wailed, and dropped butt-first onto the table. "Ohhh! Cheeze-us-crust!" I

When it came to my heart I felt everything okay, but when I tried to express my feelings the words came out of me like invisible ink.

Poetry is a kind of lying, necessarily. To profit the poet or beauty. But also in that truth may be told only so. Those who, admirably, refuse to falsify (as those who will not risk pretensions) are excluded from saying even so much. Degas said he didn't paint what he saw, but what would enable them to see the thing he had.

It is foolish for Rubens to show her simpering. They were clearly guilty and did her much sorrow.

So yes, this means dirt is good. Mud pies rule.

Doing Poetry Poem, you sonofabitch, it's bad enough that I embarrass myself working so hard to get it right even a little, and that little grudging and awkward. But it's afterwards I resent, when the sweet sure should hold me like a trout in the bright summer stream. There should be at least briefly access to your glamour and tenderness. But there's always this same old dissatisfaction instead.

The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart" How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.

The words are all around but the words are only sounds and no one ever seems to listen.

We're a beat generation.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

The only truth is music.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved...the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

Pain can work from the outside in. I mean that sometimes what you see is pain. Pain in its cruelest, purest form.

Kid... comics will break your heart.

There is a vitality, a life force that is translated through you into action. And because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost.

No artist is ahead of his time. He is his time." No one has lived your life before. It is an adventure worth taking.