Quotes About Expression

Love is not singular except in syllable.

Finding your voice is like finding your self.

living eulogy. she danced. she sang. she took. she gave. she loved. she created. she dissented. she enlivened. she saw. she grew. she sweated. she changed. she learned. she laughed. she shed her skin. she bled on the pages of her days, she walked through walls, she lived with intention.

it is (often) the quiet gesture which carries the most significance - the one which suddenly directs the symphony.

The tongue am I of those who lived before me, as those that are to come will be the voice of my unspoken thoughts. And so who shall be applauded if the song be sweet, if the prophecy be true?

If you find holes in my book that you could drive a car through, do not be too sure they were not left there for that express purpose.

to become a man (or at least an elite man) was to claim the right to speak.

it doesn't much matter what line you take as a woman, if you venture into traditional male territory, the abuse comes anyway. It is not what you say that prompts it, it's simply the fact that you're saying it.

Do those words matter? Of course they do, because they underpin an idiom that acts to remove the authority, the force, even the humour from what women have to say. It is an idiom that effectively repositions women back into the domestic sphere (people 'whinge' over things like the washing up); it trivialises their words, or it 're-privatises' them.

The history of art is about how we look. It is not only about the men and women who – with their paints and pencils, their clays and chisels – created the images that fill our world, from cheap trinkets to 'priceless masterpieces'. It is even more about the generations of humankind who have used, interpreted, argued over and given meaning to those images.

Nonetheless, whatever mystery surrounds them, the Olmec have left us a powerful in-your-face reminder that across the world, when people first made art they made it about themselves. From the very beginning art has been about us.

Do those words matter? Of course they do, because they underpin an idiom that acts to remove the authority, the force, even the humour from what women have to say.

They are hungering for "a deep sexual experience." They'll sleep with anybody who wears braids or a choker. I

the brogue tripping from his tongue like a slashed wineskin.

Jack turned, and it was just as well he was looking at me rather than at the audience for never, I swear, did such utter amazement fill a man's face. He gobbled like a turkey cock, his eyes almost started from his head, his jaw fell open and he stepped back as though he had been pricked.

She saw the skin pull under the driver's ears and knew that he was laughing.

Do not underestimate the importance of stating the obvious. Most people don't because they think it goes without saying, but it does need saying. Like 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' and 'I can't live without you'. You know, that kind of bullshit.

her form of prayer and her mother's were not the same. Virginia Romano recited Hail Mary's and Our Fathers, clicking rosary beads like a typist on a keyboard. Fast. Efficient. Error-free. Jenny carried on conversations, disjointed, half-formed, soulful mutterings that left her drained.

The dang man could tell a good story fluffed with terms like gonna do and want to do but he never quite grasped the idea of did.

But it wasn't the high foreheads, the flat noses, the half protrusion of thick lips that pulled Christine in, held her there, as she studied them one by one. Their physical appearances faded next to the expressions on their faces. Pure joy.

Our works and our play. All our pleasures experienced as the pleasure of love. What could be better that? To feel in one's work the tender and flushed substance of one's dearest concern.

The extreme idealist or formalist thinks of language in terms of how completely it represents the tiger, and since it can never fully get that right, would rather lapse into silence than speak.

If she thought the bad thought silently, but said the good thought out loud, then that was the one that would count in the end.

American Sign Language was her language, her birthright, not some subpar substitute for English.