Quotes About Expression

Ah! I--to you, Petrovitch, this--" It must be known that Akakiy Akakievitch expressed himself chiefly by prepositions, adverbs, and scraps of phrases which had no meaning whatever.

They christened the child, whereat he wept and made a grimace, as though he foresaw that he was to be a titular councillor. In

the ladies of N. were pre-eminently careful and refined in their choice of words and phrases. Never did a lady say, "I blew my nose," or "I perspired," or "I spat." No, it had to be, "I relieved my nose through the expedient of wiping it with my handkerchief," and so forth.

Per lui non v'è soggetto spregevole nella natura. Nell'insignificante l'artista creatore è grande come nell'eccelso; la cosa più bassa per lui non è bassa, perché invisibilmente trapela in essa l'anima meravigliosa di chi crea, e la cosa bassa viene così sublimamente espressa, perché passa attraverso il purgatorio della sua anima.

Satanism represents opposition to hypocrisy, every human being feels rage, every human being feels anger, and we feel it is natural to express that anger in a healthy way.

I think that it is one of the most refined joys of this world to interchange thoughts, feelings, and impressions." Nikolay Gogol, The Diary of a Madman

You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint paradise, then in you go.

You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.

You have everything but one thing: madness. A man needs a little madness or else - he never dares cut the rope and be free.

Music is the only media I will use to speak and connect to you.

Maybe law is closer related to art than most of us are aware of. But art and power do often stand in a strained relationship.

Agatha didn't have an office of her own. She wrote her books wherever she found herself, so long as she had a table and a typewriter. Really, she didn't even think of herself as an author. Her primary occupation and identity was Married Lady.

But Finbarr smiled differently, not out of amusement, but happiness. As if he liked the world and enjoyed being in it.

It was the moment I realized what music can do to people, how it can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.

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I sang from my belly, from my intricate system of female parts, and from those sacs inside me that wouldn't show up on an ultrasound but held all the rocks and stones and broken glass of want and need I'd managed to collect in seventeen years.

I don't like rap music at all. I don't think it's music. It's just a beat and rapping.

I had spent many years pursuing excellence, because that is what classical music is all about... Now it was dedicated to freedom, and that was far more important.

The moment you know your real being, you are afraid of nothing. Death gives freedom and power. To be free in the world, you must die to the world. Then the universe is your own; it becomes your body, an expression and a tool. The happiness of being absolutely free is beyond description.

What problems can there be which the mind did not create? Life and death do not create problems; pains and pleasures come and go, experienced and forgotten. It is memory and anticipation that create problems of attainment or avoidance, colored by like and dislike. Truth and love are man's real nature, and mind and heart are the means of its expression.

One hasn't become a writer until one has distilled writing into a habit, and that habit has been forced into an obsession. Writing has to be an obsession. It has to be something as organic, physiological and psychological as speaking or sleeping or eating.

ERNEST FRIEDLANDER: Be quiet! Be quiet! LEO MERCURÉ: Why should we be quiet? You're making enough row to blast the roof off! Why should you have the monopoly of noise? Why should your pompous moral pretensions be allowed to hurdle across the city without any competition? We've all got lungs. Let's use them! Let's shriek like mad! Let's enjoy ourselves!

imagination is a form of flagellation if a sensitive child lets it run wild ...

Por vezes Mary falava e Fara escutava uma efusão de gaélico que não compreendia; por vezes era Fara que falava a Língua para uma Mary completamente em branco. Curiosamente, as palavras não eram importantes. O que importava era a representação das emoções nas expressões do rosto, a expressividade das mãos, o que a voz transmitia, segredos que os olhos contavam