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Quotes About Expression

Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal.
~ Egon Schiele
Reprimir a un artista es delito, significa asesinar vida en gestación
~ Egon Schiele
Silence is the hardest scream
~ Einstein Albert 1879-1955
Argh? Pathetic and inarticulate. Nice combination. Your mothers must be so proud.
~ Eion Colfer
Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!
~ Eion Colfer
Write something every day,' she said, 'even if it's only a line, it will protect you.
~ Elaine Feinstein
Whatever pain achieves, it achieves in part through its unsharability, and it ensures this unsharability through its resistance to language. "English," writes Virginia Woolf, "which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear has no words for the shiver or the headache." … Physical pain does not simply resist language but actively destroys it.
~ Elaine Scarry
Because the practice of writing is, then, a laying down of flowers upon flowers, it may be regarded as an exteriorization of what the imagining mind does, and of what it was doing long before it invented this external form of itself.
~ Elaine Scarry
may feel obligated to keep a low profile in an attempt to establish some sense of harmony. Unfortunately, at the same time, you may also be giving up opportunities to express your opinions and assert your needs.
~ Eleanor D. Payson
Isabel! ¿Para quién bailas? ¡Pareces una loca!
~ Elena Garro
En aquel entonces también las palabras me parecieron de piedra, solo que de piedra fluida y cristalina. La piedra se solidificaba al terminar cada palabra, para quedar escrita para siempre en el tiempo. ¿No eran así las palabras de tus mayores?
~ Elena Garro
Los hombres no lloran, le repetía su padre. ¿Y por qué los hombres no podían llorar? Alguna vez debía romper las reglas impuestas y con decisión se lanzó sobre su cama y sollozó sobre su almohada de borra.
~ Elena Garro
A face, he believes, is a piece of sculpture that has taken a lifetime to mold, so it tells more than any actor's technique possibly could. I've watched Fellini work, and he did
~ Elia Kazan
A face, he believes, is a piece of sculpture that has taken a lifetime to mold, so it tells more than any actor's technique possibly could.
~ Elia Kazan
Feeling angry is natural; you have a right to feel angry. Expressing this anger is the most important lesson to be learned. How do you get rid of all the poisonous, furious feelings you have without hurting yourself or others?
~ Eliana Gil
Anger can be a problem if you find yourself on the receiving end of it. Because you witnessed violent anger, you expect all arguments or expressions of angry feelings to result in violence. This is simply not the case. Many of you grew up without a middle ground for expressing anger - it was either not expressed, or exploded into violence. A middle ground is safe anger expression. (See Chapter VI).
~ Eliana Gil
In ogni essere umano si celano possibilità infinite, che non devono essere scatenate invano. Poiché è terribile quando l'intero uomo risuona di tanti echi, nessuno dei quali diventa una vera voce.
~ Elias Canetti
WyobraziÅ' sobie Å›lady swoich palców na jej pyzatym, tÅ'ustym, lÅ›niÄ…cym policzku. Ale z jakiej racji jeden policzek miaÅ'by by? uprzywilejowany. Nale?aÅ'oby bi? obiema rÄ™kami naraz. JeÅ›li nie utrafi, czerwone prÄ™gi bÄ™dÄ… z jednej strony wy?ej, z drugiej ni?ej. To byÅ'oby brzydkie. Studium chiÅ"skiej sztuki wyrobiÅ'o w nim namiÄ™tne zamiÅ'owanie do symetrii.
~ Elias Canetti
Literality in satire is the condemnation by quotation.
~ Elias Canetti
If anyone was ever cognizant of the need and function of 'litanies', it was Kafka.
~ Elias Canetti
Un seul beau son est plus beau qu'un long parler.
~ Elias Canetti
The darkness enveloped us. All I could hear was the violin and it was as if Juliek's soul had become the bow. He was playing his life...He played that which he would never play again.
~ Elie Weisel
It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as though Juliek's soul were the bow. He was playing his life. The whole of his life was gliding on the strings--his last hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as he would never play again...When I awoke, in the daylight, I could see Juliek, opposite me, slumped over, dead. Near him lay his violin, smashed, trampled, a strange overwhelming little corpse.
~ Elie Wiesel
Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of madness?
~ Elie Wiesel