Quotes About Expression

Si existe una manera de salir, una salida que no sea la muerte en sí, entonces el camino es a través de las palabras. Pero más que para salir de la mente por completo, las palabras nos ayudan a salir de una mente, y nos proporcionan las piezas para construir otra, similar pero mejor.

get off the fucking road you fucking wanker

A música não entra. Ela já está lá dentro. A música simplesmente descobre o que já está lá, faz com que sinta emoções que não sabia ter dentro de si e sai correndo acordando a todas. Um renascimento, por assim dizer.

As though the flowers weren't just colors but part of a language, notes in a glorious floral melody

Music simply uncovers what is there, makes you feel emotions that you didn't necessarily know you had inside you, and runs around waking them all up.

She was 'well travelled', the most ridiculous expression if you belonged to a species that had only left its own planet to visit its moon.

Me pregunté por qué, puestos a tener banderas, no escogían una con un dibujo erótico.

It seems that you have spent all your life saying things that you aren't really thinking. This is one of your barriers.

There was such a yearning and energy to it. I closed my eyes. I could not describe here on the page how I felt. The very reason such music exists is because it is a language that couldn't be communicated in any other way. But all I can say is that I felt suddenly alive again.

I have only been alive for four hundred and thirty-nine years, which is of course nowhere near long enough to understand the minimal facial expressions of the average teenage boy.

Als er een uitweg is, een andere uitweg dan de dood, dan loopt de ontsnappingsroute via de woorden. Maar woorden helpen eerder om 'een' geest te verlaten dan dé geest, en ze geven ons de bouwstenen om een nieuwe geest op te bouwen, identiek maar beter, vlak bij de oude maar met een steviger fundament en heel vaak ook een beter uitzicht.

Fiction felt not like an escape from truth, but a release into it.

Music simply uncovers what is there, makes you feel emotions that you didn't necessarily know you had inside you, and runs around waking them all up. A rebirth of sorts.

You see, the language of words was only one of the human languages. There were many others, as I have pointed out. The language of sighs, the language of silent moments, and most significantly, the language of frowns.

To be a human is to state the obvious

if books had to replicate our exact experience of the world to be useful, the only books worth reading would be written by ourselves.

As she spoke, Mrs Elm's eyes came alive, twinkling like puddles in moonlight.

People often use the word 'despite' in the context of mental illness. So-and-so did such-and-such despite having depression/anxiety/OCD/agoraphobia/whatever. But sometimes that 'despite' should be a 'because'. For instance, I write because of depression. I was not a writer before. The intensity needed - to explore things with relentless curiosity and energy - simply wasn't there.

When I opened my eyes I saw Tchaikovsky with his baton, seemingly pulling the music right out of the air, as if music was something already in the atmosphere.

Every book written is the product of a human mind in a particular state. Add all the books together and you get the end sum of humanity.

Adjusting her hands into position for E-flat major, she was momentarily distracted by a tattoo on her weirdly hairless forearm, written in beautifully angled calligraphic letters. It was a quote from Henry David Thoreau. All good things are wild and free.

played the piano every night and made the most superficial acquaintances with poets and painters and artists that often only lasted a night.

Where we are from there are no crimes of passion because there is no passion.

I did not say how I was feeling to anyone. To say how I was feeling would lead to feeling more of what I was feeling. To act normal would be to feel a bit more normal. I acted normal.