Quotes About Expression

Shakespeare was a popular artist. Dickens was a popular artist. The artists I personally have always enjoyed the most are popular artists. I wish I were one - but I'm not. I'm more like Celine - writing away at books no one ever reads.

La lengua, que es siempre y últimamente la lengua materna, no se aprende en Gramáticas y diccionarios, sino en el decir de la Gente

Somehow we human beings are never happier than when we are expressing the deepest gifts that are truly us.

we Christians must show again that we are both people of the Word and people who believe in words. Words are never mere words for us

After being hurt by the world so much, they began to see the demons within humans. So without hiding it through trickery, they worked to express it.

I'm going to paint too. I'm going to paint pictures of ghosts and devils and horses out of hell.

I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die.

Show me what you've written," I said, although I wanted desperately to avoid looking at it.

Young people never say anything straight. You can tell they're being honest if they hide behind a laugh.

Somehow it is not the smile of a human being: it utterly lacks substance, all of what we might call the "heaviness of blood" or perhaps the "solidity of human life"—it has not even a bird's weight. It is merely a blank sheet of paper, light as a feather, and it is smiling.

I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.

I wept bitterly, crying aloud. I could have wept on and on, interminably.

He'll be back soon," she said, her face grave. It suddenly occurred to me that what people call "honesty" might well refer to just such an expression. I wondered if what the word originally meant was not something lovable like that expression, rather than the stern virtue smelling of textbooks of morality.

It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it?—I don't know.

I wanted to write only what I wanted to write.

Cuanto más pienso, menos entiendo. Me persigue la inquietud y el miedo de sentirme diferente a todos. Casi no puedo conversar con los que me rodean. No sé qué decir, ni cómo decirlo.

Así es cómo se me ocurrieron las bufonadas. Era mi última posibilidad de ganarme el afecto de las personas.

This was how I happened to invent my clowning.

We have a vague notion of the best place we should go, or the beautiful places we should like to see, or the kinds of places that would make us grow as a person. We yearn for a good life. We have real hopes and ambitions. We feel impatient for an unshakable faith that we can rely on. But it would require considerable effort to express such things in our typical life as a girl.

Ces expressions: « Être aimé », « être adoré », étaient dans mon cas absolument impropres ; « un être dont on s'occupe » eût été beaucoup plus approprié à moi.

I live solely on my writing now. On signing the registers at inns when I travel, I have no hesitation about listing "writer" as my occupation. If I suffer, I don't talk much about it much. I may suffer even more than before, but I wear a smile.

Suffering breeds suffering, and sighs draw only more sighs from within.

Chorei amargamente e num tom alto. Poderia ter continuado a chorar para o resto da minha vida

The more naked a person's words are, the more comical, broken, and made-up they sound.