Quotes About Expression

She lifted her head, looked at me, and burped.

suburb of Dallas. They felt the same according to the enthusiastic applause that greeted her. "I believe in the right of every woman to look her best." While Toni paused to sip water, another tsunami

Teddy Lamont couldn't be more gay if he turned up wearing rainbows and carrying a pride flag.

sex, cross-dressing

I drew anything. Everything. Doodles at first. But I had a knack for reproducing what I saw, and soon my paper and pencil — and then later, my paints and charcoals — formed a strong, protective wall around me. They stood between me and everyone else in the world. I liked it that way. I liked being quiet, letting no one know what I thought, or how ferocious those thoughts were.

What one gains in technique can lead to deforestation in the writing that is both good and bad. Keep the energy and the willingness to proceed stupidly.

Don't twist your voice while singing, You will hate how it sound when you are quiet

The success of a man who dress slow like a woman is narrow.

Just like a man," she says. "Does not know how to be silent, thinks we always want to hear what he has to say, always talking talking talking, interrupting his betters.

Her anger is still pure and white and electric, but she doesn't feel the sadness of it at all. It's just a thing she heard about once.

That is how a man speaks. And that is why.

Dovid thought: our words will swallow us. We have spat them out, but in the end they will drown us.

All gods are one God. Your Goddess is another way that the One has expressed Herself in the world. She came to you as She came to me, preaching compassion and hope, teaching vengeance against those who have wronged us and love for those who are close to us. Your Goddess is our Lady. They are one.

Tom scowls, just a micro-expression, before the practiced face peels over the real one, the smile smooth as frosting on a cupcake.

She wondered if she should have explained herself more clearly. She could not explain herself at all. There were no words, no permitted words, to explain anything that she wanted to say. All the words that could have communicated it had been banned, not only from her mouth but even from her mind. She was reduced to mere actions, which are both more and less than words.

There are strange movements rising now, not only across the world, but right here in the US of A. You can see it on the internet. Boys dressing as girls to seem more powerful.

Al principio no expresábamos nuestro dolor porque no era viril. Ahora no hablamos de ello porque nos da miedo, sentimos vergüenza y estamos solos sin esperanza, cada uno de nosotros solo.

We are modern. We live modern lives. All we demand is that women keep to their allotted areas; a woman is private, while a man is public. The correct mode for a man is speech, while the correct mode for a woman is silence. I've spent a long time proving that this isn't so. I've spent a long time insisting that no one else can tell me when to speak and when to remain silent. So much so that it's hard for me to tell when I want to be quiet.

Death, the only inevitable item on the list of life, is nonetheless such a constant matter of human creativity.

Screaming as they take a hit. Laughing as they deliver one.

Writing is storytelling, and storytelling, after all, is play." Naomi Alderman

He felt a sudden sadness, hanging like a stone pendant within his throat, the cold, smooth mass preventing him from speaking.

This is how we make sense of the world, by trapping it in words and sentences, by pinning it like a butterfly to a felt backcloth, killing it to keep it still, so we may trace its lines.

Our words will swallow us. We have spat them out, but in the end they will drown us