Quotes About Expression

Poetry is another name for a person's telling of the self, existence and what is beyond, and one's own perceptions.

Every time a poet is about to write, every time the open their mouth to say something, they express their inner world and tell of their own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions, unless they are deliberately pursuing fantasies which contrast with their beliefs, opinions, thoughts, and the point of view.

It is the ultimate expressive medium, Lick later wrote—"the moldable, retentive, yet dynamic medium—the medium within which one can create and preserve the most complex and subtle patterns and through which [one] can make those patterns operate (as programs) upon other patterns (data).

For Waters, faith expressed as love was the only answer.

These incidents might seem trivial, but they are not. Actions speak louder than words.

Clever plastic surgery can restore an appearance of youth, but nothing changes the expression of age and experience in the eyes.

Hands, are the most honest part of the human body, they cannot lie as laughing eyes and the mouth can.

Acts are the language of love. That's what the Goddess teaches us. Words might do for thoughts. But love needs to be communicated in actions.

Learning 'yes' and 'no' gave them at least twenty minutes' worth of entertainment because mood-shading them could turn 'yes' into 'no, you bastard' and 'no' into 'maybe,' 'I'm only fake-saying no,' and variations of 'hells, no' that felt completely different from saying 'hells no' in any other language.

it's like having you around draws her out of herself. She's more of everything on the outside, and less of it on the inside, where she can bottle it up." Which was the finest description of a common cause of physical ailment-inducing stress

Maybe having a sex was like clothing, something to be donned over the deeper truth of being human.

It is always sad when two people have been thinking the same thing at the same moment and neither can find a way to say it out loud.

She said she was breaking up with me because I didn't know how to express my emotions. The thing is, I didn't have that many. As far as I was concerned, it was pretty simple. I was in love with her and I liked our life and we laughed a lot and it felt so good to be in bed with her and have her touching me. I liked what we had.

Art frees us from our prejudices and gives us the chance to become our best selves, individuals who dare to dream. And even if those dreams aren't always as pretty as we'd like, or don't conform, or frighten us, it is our duty to encourage art to flourish. All art. Every kind.

Look at that magic. Light mattered to Monet, to Cezanne, to Manet, and now Matisse is moving into almost flat color, and everyone is following. And Picasso? He doesn't care about light at all. But you can't have beauty without light, and beauty is the only worthwhile quest. Don't lose your way trying to become popular.

Music is the key to freeing heavy burdens of one's soul!

It felt good, really good, just to scream finally. I felt like I was singing a hit single. But in Hell.

There is a power in names. Olakunde told us of ashe-the power which runs through all things, subtle and flexible, which find its most potent expression in human utterance; so that it is a terrible thing to call down imprecations on an enemy, or to wish for anything but good, for what is said out loud is forged into truth.

I was thinking of how sometimes, trying to say the right thing to people, it's like some kind of brain surgery, and you have to tweak exactly the right part of the lobe. except with talking, it's more like brain surgery with old, rusted skewers and things, and maybe like those things you use to eat lobster, but brown. And you have to get exactly the right place, and you're touching around in the brain, But the patient, she keeps jumping and saying ow.

He says the language is dying. He thinks words are being debased. So he tries to speak entirely in weird words and irony, so no one can simplify anything he says.

Because we ain't anything more than a name and some likes and some distastes and a story we tell about ourselves.

He said the stadium was the only place you could express yourself openly. When a player scores, you can cheer, 'Hurray!' because you're happy, not because you're forced. You can't lie all the time!

While he wrote the fourth and final movement of the symphony, an artist who lived in the apartment above him started sculpting a bust of him. Shostakovich sat uneasily while he was being sculpted. He couldn't sit still. His fingers kept tapping as he played scales and chords on his cheeks.

It is as if there is no syntax, no grammar, that can contain their suffering. Only a list of things perceived.