Quotes About Expression

Feeling are like three-year-olds. They're not rational. They're just there.

not like any smile i had ever experienced before. but such a smile! you could burn a hole in the world with that smile

Eck tilts his head and gently licks Bob's ear with his long, sticky tongue. It is his special way of expressing sympathy and it is not effective.

La idea de no tener una lengua materna me preocupa. ¿Es como sentirte un nómada dentro de tu propia cabeza? no me puedo imaginar no tener palabras en las que refugiarme. Ser huérfana de lengua.

Gil me ha dicho que para traducir bien tienes que ser un camaleón, ponerte en la piel de otra persona, meterte en tu cabeza. He visto esa transformación en él; da la sensación de que sus rasgos, y a veces su personalidad, cambian con cada voz que adopta, con cada libro.

Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are. The job of your voice is not to seduce or flatter or make well-shaped sentences. In your voice, your readers should be able to hear the contents of your mind, your heart, your soul.

and I thought Vivid? that's a pretty strange word to choose

and sometimes I looked back at him doing the same expression myself just to see what he'd say.

Everyone," she continues, looking around at all of us, "has something to say. But not everyone can bear to say it. Your job is to find a way.

Maybe that was what it was like to be a writer: Even with the eyes closed, you could see.

Maybe she had "no more books left inside her," as people often sorrowfully say about writers, envisioning the imagination as a big pantry, either well stocked with goods or else wartime-empty.

fawn face , the expression a deer makes not when it's caught in headlights but when it catches a human looking at it in wonder. The deer looks back, acknowledging not only its own terror but its own grace, and it shows off for a moment in front of the human. It flirts.

You're telling me that because of the Internet, and the availability of every experience, every whim, every tool, sudden everyone's an artist? But here's the thing: if everyone's an artist, then no one is.

Writers need light. They always tell you this, as though they're parched, as though they're plants, as though the page they're working on would look completely different with a southern exposure.

No, of course not. I just feel content," she said carefully. "That's an old person's word," said Ethan.

to find out what another human being feels, a person who isn't you; to get a look under the hood, so to speak. A deep look inside. That's what writing is supposed to do.

But it's never just been the journals that have made the difference, I don't think. It's also the way the students are with one another . . . the way they talk about books and authors and themselves. Not just their problems, but their passions too. The way they form a little society and discuss whatever matters to them. Books light the fire—whether it's a book that's already written, or an empty journal that needs to be filled in.

Even when I can't relate on a personal level, she makes me know what she feels, and that's really something. To find out what another human being feels, a person who isn't you; to get a look under the hood, so to speak. A deep look inside. That's what writing is supposed to do.

Everyone basically has one aria to sing over their entire life, and this one is hers.

After all, you could use your outside voice and scream your head off, but sometimes it didn't seem as if the screaming was being heard.

Toat? lumea, continu? ea, privind în jur spre noi, are ceva de spus. Dar nu toat? lumea poate suporta s? o spun?. Treaba voastr? e s? g?si?i o modalitate.

It was too easy. Letting go also meant other things, things people never discussed. There were restrictions; everything always had to be cathartic these days.

Language only felt infinite; instead, everyone swam through surprisingly narrow channels when they spoke or wrote.

Everyone has something to say. But not everyone can bear to say it. Your job is to find a way.