Quotes About Expression

Botticelli sat

He knew how to construct a song out of the nothing of day-to-day life and how to sing that nothing into a song so beautiful that it could sustain the vision of a whole and better world.

He is wrong; my talent is not a great one, but no talent is wholly wasted unless its owner chooses to hide it in a napkin. Remember that of your own gifts, Rebecca; they may not be praised of men, but they may cheer, console, inspire, perhaps, when and where you least expect. The brimming glass that overflows its own rim moistens the earth about it.

Those tears were jewels to crown the heart of any singer, and I shall never forget them.

no talent is wholly wasted unless its owner chooses to hide it in a napkin.

Hyacinth, we all have our limits. I can't save the world. I can't stop this war. Maybe, just maybe, I can communicate a few things through art.

Stories cannot exist without a storyteller.

The expression on her face told me that it was her mom.

what do I deserve? Sylvia contests. Why is the woman always expected to give up on life? She's a writer, not a teacher. She can; she does. She is the arrow, not him, nor him, nor him, these men who would have her be charming and quiet, reciting the names of insects in Latin, stirring something at a stove.

The only way to assert the right to publish is to publish.

You can't change the music of your soul. —In Esquire, 1967

You might say she feels in italics and thinks in capital letters!

A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.

Someday, when he was good enough, he would ask her to write them in a book and let him do all the pictures.

We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can only be hinted at through the means of a story. And somehow, miraculously, a story that comes from deep in my heart calls from a reader that which is deepest in his or her heart, and together from our secret hidden selves we create a story that neither of us could have told alone.

I don't care. I don't care. He was crying now, crying so hard he could barely breathe.

Jess drew the way some people drink whiskey.

Jess drew the way some people drink whiskey. The peace would start at the top of his muddled brain and seep down through his tired and tensed-up body.

The very persons who have taken away my time and space are those who have given me something to say.

Self-censorship can be very damaging to a story. When our chief goal is not to offend someone, we are not likely to write a book that will deeply affect someone.

To give children the words they need is to give them life, growth and refreshment

Are you tired, Mary?" I asked. She raised her weary gaze to me. "My socks are tired," she said. "And my shoes won't even walk." To this day whenever in our family we want to express complete exhaustion, we employ Mary's eloquent description of her socks.

but as any poet can testify, limits encourage both inspiration and decisiveness.

Perfume should tell a story – the story of who you are, who you might be, perhaps even of who you fear becoming . . . all of these things are possible. It's a very intimate element of a woman, just like her signature or the sound of her voice. And it conveys feelings and states of being that have no name, no language. Its very ambiguity makes it truer than words because, unlike words, it can't be manipulated or misunderstood.