Quotes About Expression

Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

We're not copying life, we're making a comment on it.

When trying to write your way to a happier life, expressing gratitude is just the tip of the iceberg.

would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger of life that gnaws in us all, to keep alive in our hearts a sense of the inexpressibly human

If you posses enough courage to speak out what you are, you will find that you are not alone.

Literature is a struggle over the nature of reality. --Richard Wright to William Faulkner

Sweep away the clouds And let a dome of blue sky Give this sea a name!

There was a hunger for power reaching out of the senses of man and trying to say something in the symbols of action.

I wanted to try to build a bridge of words between me and that world outside, that world which was so distant and elusive that it seemed unreal.

I wanted to try to build a bridge of words between me and that world outside, that world which was so distant and elusive that it seemed unreal. I would hurl words into the darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all, to keep alive in our hearts a sense of the inexpressibly human.

This is life, new and strange; strange, because we fear it; new, because we have kept our eyes turned from it. This is life lived in cramped limits and expressing itself not in terms of our good and bad, but in terms of its own fulfilment. Men are men and life is life, and we must deal with them as they are; and if we want to change them, we must deal with them in the form in which they exist and have their being.

This tendency of freely juxtaposing totally unrelated images and symbols and then tying them into some overall concept, mood, feeling, is a trait of Negro thinking and that has always fascinated me.

A writer who hasn't written anything worth-while is a most doubtful person.

How many of us never find a way to say the one thing we must?

He stopped several feet away, assessing them with one smooth glance, and in that instant Miranda could have sworn she saw something flicker in his dark, dark eyes. Curiosity? Confusion? Whatever it might have been, in the very next second it was gone, replaced by polite detachment.

Then she clutched the paper to her heart and started laughing.

And I'm the only one who gets to dress up! And I can't wait to wear it! It's like cotton candy!" Roo arched an eyebrow. "Sticky?" "No! All pink and fluffy and…sweet. I love the way I feel in it." "I agree," Parker said hoarsely. "I love the way you feel in it, too. And I love the way you feel out of it even better." Roo stared at him. "Wow. You should write greeting cards.

He's up there talkin',' he muttered scornfully. 'Doesn't he talk?' The tone of contempt was oil on the troubled waters of William's feelings. 'I've just bit him hard,' he said modestly.

You cannot be a great writer in a shop where words are sold in tens and twenties.

The sole purpose of all the other work was just to buy time to be still for a moment and write.

You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search.

I gave her my deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stare.

He had no idea where the stereotype of dumb giggly blondes came from. Ever since he'd met Annabeth at the Grand Canyon last winter,when she'd marched toward him with that Give me Percy Jackson or I'll kill you expression, Leo had thought of blondes as much too smart and much too dangerous.

Why do you need to gallop while you fly? Why do humans have to sway their arms while they walk? I dunno boss, but it just feels right.