Quotes About Expression

And art made tongue-tied by authority.

'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.Rancor will out.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at.

For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing and singing of anthems.

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.

Duke: And what's her history?Viola: A blank, my lord. She never told her love,But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,And with a green and yellow melancholy,She sat like Patience on a monument,Smiling at grief.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,To stir men's blood: I only speak right on.

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soulLends the tongue vows.

William Shakespeare

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

O! what a deal of scorn looks beautifulIn the contempt and anger of his lip.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st wordsThat ever blotted paper.

The big round tearsCours'd one another down his innocent noseIn piteous chase.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Who is it that says most? which can say moreThan this rich praise,—that you alone are you?

A rhapsody of words.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink.

She speaks, yet she says nothing.

Now my soul hath elbow-room.

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Charm ache with air and agony with words.

Julia: They do not love that do not show their love.Lucetta: O! they love least that let men know their love.

I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.