Quotes About Expression

Actually, should you ever decide to subject me to this, I think..." "You think what?" "I think that I would probably buy you a diamond necklace the next day

He looked at her as if she had just said something surprising. He appeared almost vulnerable for a moment.

Diane St. John had once said he looked as if he would speak in poetry, should he ever deign to speak at all.

Creativity is the language of childhood and we don't want to miss a word.

I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.

There was nothing clever to say, so I said something foolish.

The words slid into me, smooth as a polished knife.

He smiled at me, and I saw the lines where other smiles had been.

It was a trick of his, to set a sentence out like a plate on a table and see what you would put on it. But he surprised me by continuing.

It was easy to see how such lovely things might become songs.

How is Paphos, my love?" "Fine," he said. Just that ugly, nothing word.

When he smiled, the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled like a leaf held to flame.

Do you always make beautiful things for those you are angry with?

Such passive, pale words for what she was.

That is my mother's lyre,' I almost said. The words were in my mouth, and behind them others crowded close. 'That is my lyre.

I knew how pleasure looked on him.

A bloated capitalist, like 'im, what do hexploit us poor dawgs, ought to be lickidated. It was Mr. Toller undoubtedly who was saying that ; and Red recognized his own oratorical expression, liquidated, the meaning of which, for the word had reached him from Bristol, had always puzzled him—though this had not prevented him from using it in his orations.

It is the little thing, the unrehearsed gesture, the catch in the breath, the droop of the lip, the start of surprise, which really reveals. We may analyze ourselves in volumes and remain undiscovered; and then – by a yawn, a tilt of the head, a sob of exhaustion, a flash of hate - we are betrayed and unmasked forever.

1] God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No bellyand no bowels, Only consonants and vowels. 2] But we moderns are impatient and destructive 3] And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious. 4] In all the good Greek of Plato I lack my roastbeef and potato. A better man was Aristotle, Pulling steady on the bottle.

But is this not what poetry must do? To say the nothing that cannot be said?

Einstein enunciated what he called the Principle of Covariance: that laws of Nature should be expressed in a form that will look the same for all observers, no matter where they are located and no matter how they are moving.

anxious little smile that came and went—a mendicant

I could have listed maybe fifty possible reactions without coming close to the one I got. Her eyes dulled and her narrow nostrils flared wide and her mouth fell into sickness. She lost her posture and stood in an ugly way.

He's such a male little male.