Quotes About Expression

If Gwladus was here, maybe the lady would smile sometimes. Maybe she wouldn't be so pitiless.

Her face had the set look Marghe had learned meant she was unhappy.

She could speak if she chose, but she was not ready to choose because she did not understand.

Show them the pattern. Give them permission to do what they wanted to do all along.

She smiled, but it was a disturbing, hard flexing of bane and muscle.

Aud rhymes with cowed.

Anger isn't a bad thing. It's just a feeling. Learn it. Understand it.

Your mother has built you a place where you can speak your word openly. Now she asks you to use that for her, and for yourself of course.

He could send his words trilling into the roof corners or scuttling through floor rushes.

The look she gave me was full of meaning, but I had no idea what it was.

I had not heard her laugh before. It was subtle and warm as swirled brandy.

You might have been talking gibberish, but your smile was radiant.

She opened her mouth and let the wind take her breath away.

Hild realised that every shape the man's body made refused the words, and the bard was nodding along. The bard had made the speech.

He grinned, and winked one of those startling greened-bronze eyes.

She had no idea why it was so much harder for her to folk in Anglisc to anyone but Begu, it just was, though these last weeks she was learning how to let the words come. It helped if there was no weightiness behind them, no import; if they were only words with no life or death hanging in the balance.

My face is my most useful tool. I made it smile.

No one but a lover should ever see such an expression, and then only fleetingly, yet here it was, captured forever.

Blood rushed sweet and hot under my skin and laughter bubbled up through me and I loosed it.

We shook hands. My mother showed me a dozen different handshakes. This is the one that means I don't think you're worth my attention: a quick shake, with her hand already sliding from mine before it was properly finished. This one shows I hold you in great contempt: a snakelike up and down, bending at the wrist, fingers stiff as though she couldn't wait to shake off my sweat. There were others. Cordova was a mixture of reserve and haste: fast, light, and whippy.

Conformism and non-conformism are symmetrical expressions of a lack of originality.

The idea of "the free development of personality" seems admirable as long as one does not meet an individual whose personality has developed freely.

Voor de democraat staat vrijheid niet gelijk aan alles kunnen zeggen wat je denkt, maar aan niet over alles hoeven nadenken wat je zegt.

Legal freedom of expression has grown alongside the sociological enslavement of thought.