Quotes About Expression

I have said nothing because there is nothing I can say that would describe how I feel as perfectly as you deserve it

A writer writes not because he is educated but because he is driven by the need to communicate. Behind the need to communicate is the need to share. Behind the need to share is the need to be understood. The writer wants to be understood much more than he wants to be respected or praised or even loved. And that perhaps, is what makes him different from others.

I don't fell good.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something.

Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death--fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous constant.

Blue eyes say, Love me or I die; black eyes say, Love me or I kill thee.

The song that we hear with our ears is only the song that is sung in our hearts.

Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art.

Work like you don't need the money, love like your heart has never been broken, and dance like no one is watching.

I don't like to write, but I love to have written.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.

Music is expression of harmony in sound. Love is the expression of harmony in life

In love there are two things -- bodies and words.

Pure love produces pure nonsense.

Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like nobody's watching

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.

Inexpressible Love: To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love, to know that writing compensates for nothing..

Love is talkative passion.