Quotes About Expression

He drew a slow, deliberate breath before speaking. "Quiet is not stupid," he said, his voice flat. "You? Always talk. Chek chek chek chek chek." He made a motion with one hand, like a mouth opening and closing. "Always. Like dog all night barking at tree. Try to be big. No. Just noise. Just dog.

No te calles por mi culpa, Kvothe -dijo con dulzura-. Echaría de menos el sonido de tu voz.

Too many people think speed is the hallmark of a good musician.

Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren't put to music?

I don't wonder why they talk," I said. "I wonder what they say.

Los nombres son importantes porque dicen mucho sobre la persona.

And we sang! Her voice like burning silver, my voice an echoing answer. Savien sang solid, powerful lines, like branches of a rock-old oak, all the while Aloine was like a nightingale, moving in darting circles around the proud limbs of it.

A well-spoken sentence in Aturan is a straight line pointing. A well-spoken sentence in Adem is like a spiderweb, each strand with a meaning of its own, a piece of something greater, more complex.

But even in the full flower of her fury, Carceret was perfectly in control. She didn't lash out wildly or snarl at me. She kept her words inside her, burning them like fuel.

Cada mujer es como un instrumento, y espera que la entiendan, la amen y la toquen con delicadeza, para por fin hacer sonar su verdadera música.

every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.

So," Chronicler said. "Subjunctive mood." "At best," Kvothe said, "it is a pointless thing. It needlessly complicates the language. It offends me.

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.

Las palabras tienen que encontrar la mente de un hombre si pretenden llegar a su corazón.

Amo las palabras por lo que son capaces de conseguir. Del mismo modo, no soy ningún aritmético. Los números que solo hablan de números me interesan muy poco.

Las cartas por sí solas no pueden conquistar el amor de una mujer.

A veces un hombre disfruta oyendo una sinfonía. Otras le apetece más una giga. Con el amor pasa lo mismo. Cierto tipo de amor resulta adecuado para los mullidos almohadones de un claro crepuscular. Otro resulta natural en el desorden de las sábanas de una cama estrecha en el último piso de una posada. Cada mujer es como un instrumento, y espera que la entiendan, la amen y la toquen con delicadeza, para por fin hacer sonar su verdadera música." Kvothe

A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets.

A poet! I should have known you for a poet by how your body moved.

Prefiero tocar canciones que divierten a mis amigos que complacer a quienes me juzgan basándose solo en habladurías" - Kvothe

My fingers darted, then danced, then flew. I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on autumn wheat, gentle as a single stirring leaf.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating.

So when I meet a woman, I should simply say, 'You are beautiful?'" Tempi shook his head. "No. You would say simply 'beautiful,' and let the woman decide the rest of what you mean.

A silent bell that struck out love.