Quotes About Expression

people like her, those who wield a pen, can be dangerous. At once a suspicion of fakery springs to mind—that such a Person is not him- or herself, but

eye that's constantly watching, and whatever it sees it changes into sentences; in the process it strips reality of its most essential quality—its inexpressibility.

Drogi Mieczys?awie (...) czy zgodzi si? pan ze mn?, ?e cz?owiek istnieje tylko w j?zyku? Wszystko poza j?zykiem jest zwierz?ce i niezró?nicowane. To j?zyk sprawia, ?e jeste?my tym, kim jeste?my.

I felt as if the words I had spoken that day had soiled my tongue and mouth.

But I know that writing on bags is something people do only out of anxiety and uncertainty. Neither defeat nor the greatest success is conducive to writing.

Ten, kto nie nauczy? si? mówi?, zostanie na zawsze uwi?ziony w pu?apce.

Playing seems to be both disinterested and passionate at the same time disinterested in that it is not for real, and passionate in the absorption it requires.

They liked the book the better the more it made them cry.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

The miscellaneous poetry of this age is nothing like the last; it is very poor.

Music is my higher power

Indeed, half the battle of living a playful life lies in committing yourself to authentic communication. The fun of engagement with others soon follows.

Language, that most human invention, can enable what, in principle, should not be possible. It can allow all of us, even the congenitally blind, to see with another person's eyes.

Music is part of being human.

We speak not only to tell other people what we think, but to tell ourselves what we think. Speech is a part of thought.

No greater satisfaction exists now than a paragraph well written in honor of something you value.

You transcend your own self through acting out someone else's life.

The art of what we might call, loosely, cartoons…[has been] as source of pleasure which has remained and sustained me.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

We should be eternally vigilant against attempts to check the expression of opinions that we loathe.

The very minute a thought is threatened with publicity it seems to shrink towards mediocrity.

Talking is like playing on the harp; there is as much in laying the hands on the strings to stop their vibration as in twanging them to bring out their music.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanging, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in colour and content according to the circumstances and time in which it is used.