Quotes About Expression

Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

If not for music, I would probably be a very frustrated scientist. It's one way to answer the question, 'What is the meaning of life?' I feel music answers it better.

The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life. It is present in the infinity of forms and phenomena that exist in all of creation.

Missing someone is hard, but having them standing next to you and not being able to find the words to tell them how much you've missed them is torture.

The only difference between missing someone and loneliness is the words themselves.

I take out my pen and paper. I'd write how much I love you. I'd write just what you make me do, because you are my breakthrough. But the thing is, I can't say these words. It would just be too absurd.

If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says : "I'm cheap!

Marriage - a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.

The woman cries before the wedding; the man afterward.

When they did, she wore a dress, but she grumbled the whole time.

I want to give you the gift of my love, Megan Laramie.

I'm a writer," she declared before she drained the glass. "I should learn about everything.

Children delight in poetry if they are not frightened away by adults' fear of poetry.

Full nakedness! All joyes are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth'd must be, To

It is the creative potential itself in human beings that is the image of God.

Looking like a straight girl] means wearing clothes that seek and destroy comfort. These are garments designed by gay men to attract heterosexual men. The straight girl is simply the hanger for an inside joke.

Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

It had always been the laughter that needled through me, a repeated stitch that surfaced over and over again.....Laughter reveals in the same way a sigh or a glance does. It's an unintentional language. Worry, fear, deceit - they hide in the things unsaid.

But I am more than a name. More than they tell me

Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

It was as if no one noticed my strengths or interests. I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold... The last few years, I hadn't measured up in any way, and the more they pushed, molded, and silenced me, the more I wanted to be heard.