Expression Quotes

We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.

Art is a mediator of the unspeakable.

My life has been the poem I would have writ,But I could not both live and utter it.

Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.

So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!

Virtue runs before the muse,and defies her skill;she is rapt and doth refuseto wait a painter's will.

We are thus assisted by natural objects in the expression of particular meanings. But how great a language to convey such pepper-corn informations!

Finally, and most of all, words failed him.

Football is Freedom, a whole universe.

The conscious utterance of thought, by speech or action, to any end, is art.

It is my misfortune - and probably my delight - to use things as my passions tell me. What a miserable fate for a painter who adores blondes to have to stop himself putting them into a picture because they don't go with the basket of fruit! . . . I put all the things I like into my pictures. The things - so much the worse for them. They just have to put up with it.

What can be explained is not poetry.

I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable such as children speak when they come into the room and find their mother sewing and pick up some scrap of bright wool, a feather, or a shred of chintz. I need a howl; a cry. When the storm crosses the marsh and sweeps over me where I lie in the ditch unregarded I need no words. Nothing neat. Nothing that comes down with all its feet on the floor. None of those resonances and lovely echoes that break and chime from nerve to nerve in our breasts making wild music, false phrases. I have done with phrases.

You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn't do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.

I just said, you know, this is a great track but this lyric, I don't believe it. It sounds like I'm trying to say something, instead of it naturally coming out of me, like I was saying something that I already knew. Anyway, I can't remember what it was. And either I threw it all out or I threw 90 percent of it out, and kept a line or two. That's happened a couple of times to me. Not too often, but a couple of times. Very aggravating when it does happen.

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?

How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?

A letter does not blush.

I am not one of those who in expressing opinions confine themselves to facts.

As for style of writing, if one has anything to say, it drops from him simply and directly, as a stone falls to the ground.

In our animation we must show only the actions and reactions of a character, but we must picture also with the action. . . the feeling of those characters.

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?

To live is to express, and to express you have to create. Creation is never merely repetition. To live is to express oneself freely in creation.

I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and I’m not reading over it, and I’m not correcting my style, and I’m writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you… My precious, my darling, my dearest!

For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem, - a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.

I'm just someone who likes cooking and for whom sharing food is a form of expression.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Anything too stupid to be said is sung.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

How can I describe how much I love you? Is it even possible to describe a love like that? I don’t know, but as I sit here with pen in hand, I know that I have to try.

How I like the boldness of the English, how I like the people who say what they think!

For none can express thee, though all should approve thee.I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.

The freedom of poetic license.

Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.

If someone wants to say 'I love you' in a straight play, they say it, and then it's the other person's turn to talk. But in a song, you can sing about it for another three minutes. The musical form has that unique opportunity to express at length what joy really feels like.

I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life.

You know, if Michael Jordan can scream at the refs, me as Kanye West, as the Michael Jordan of music, can go and say, 'This is wrong.'

They do not truly love who do not show their love.

Dance until you shatter yourself.

No reception without reaction, no impression without correlative expression, -this is the great maxim which the teacher ought never to forget.

In free society art is not a weapon...Artists are not engineers of the soul.

Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics.

There is nothing that art cannot express.

To see with one's own eyes, to feel and judge without succumbing to the suggestive power of the fashion of the day, to be able to express what one has seen and felt in a snappy sentence or even in a cunningly wrought word - is that not glorious? Is it not a proper subject for congregation?

The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet

We cannot even reproduce our thoughts entirely in words.

Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.

Through art we express our conception of what nature is not.

Music is the best way that I can communicate with other people.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

Be willing to absorb some risk and failures to allow people freedom to express themselves.

Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.

A kindOf excellent dumb discourse.

I write because I am a Black woman, listening attentively to her people.