Tears are the words that the heart could not express, silent truths the eyes do confess.

I never show the back of my tongue. That is a Dutch expression.

We do not now stand in the middle; in every aspect of our life we have, deliberately or by the ‘conditioning’ of birth, education or environment, allowed ourselves to stand on one bank of the river of life, with some intolerance of those who were foolish enough to choose or be led to stand on...

He was startled, but there was that about him which made it impossible to show what he felt, an instant and utter reflex of stillness to counteract all outward evidence of surprise, fear, anything.

But I do love horses. They are such an expression of joy.

Because I trust in the ever-changing climate of the heart. (At least, today I feel that way.) I think it is necessary to have many experiences for the sake of feeling something; for the sake of being challenged, and for the sake of being expressive, to offer something to someone else, to learn what we...

The American courts ruled that money is speech and speech can’t be limited in politics because of freedom of expression. We don’t have that same sort of aggressive notion of freedom of speech.

Those eyes had seen people weep, and had cared, and had hurt them again anyway. It’s a look that no human eyes should ever have.

He understood privacy and freedom of expression were paramount to liberty, as incompatible as they may appear. One promoted yelling and screaming, while the other encouraged people to retreat and pull within. Yet, cornerstones to American democracy, people needed them both for the lives they took for granted.

Blankly expressing oneself can be stronger than words.

We believe the Web site will ultimately replace the 30-second commercial as the central expression of the brand … The TV commercial over time will become more of a way to simply send people to your Web site.

It is only by expressing all that is inside that purer and purer streams come.

More of me comes out when I improvise.

They should make condoms shaped like socks, so I could wear them with sandals and properly express my love for you.

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.

Writing is my passion. It’s in my blood like a talent is. Like dancing, or singing, or drawing, I write. I can never stop writing. It helps me to express everything I’m afraid to talk about out loud when I need to say it the most. It’s my pacifier in a way…

Feelings or Emotions are the universal language and are to be honored. They are the authentic expression of who you are in your deepest place.

My words, my writing, my actions—these have never been for myself alone, either directly or indirectly. There is no such thing as an artist who creates art only for himself. That is masturbation.

What is meant to be heard is necessarily more direct in expression, and perhaps more boldly coloured, than what is meant for the reader.

Men of few words are the best men.”(3.2.41)

At the limit it could be said that every speaking being has a personal language of his own, that is his own particular way of thinking and feeling. Culture, at its various levels, unifies in a series of strata, to the extent that they come into contact with each other, a greater or lesser number...

You never know who you’re inspiring or uninspiring. People notice more than you think.

Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it is more than half the battle.

Do you ever think that people who find it tougher to say what they’re feeling are the ones who feel things more intensely? As if they’re the ones who really understand what it means to love someone? As if they have to keep their defenses high, because they care too much and have too much...

We have a language that is full of ambiguities; we have a way of expressing ourselves that is often complex and elusive, poetic and modulated; all our thoughts can be rendered with absolute clarity if we bother to put the right dots and squiggles between the words in the right places. Proper punctuation is both...

He has spoken out strongly against the fact that when belligerents see freedom of expression as an enemy to their cause and the media as a tool for propaganda, journalists who attempt to report in a nonpartisan way face pressure, manipulation, intimidation or even elimination,

There is a danger in monotheism, and it’s called idolatry. And we know the prophets of Israel were very, very concerned about idolatry, the worship of a human expression of the divine.

Love is the ultimate expression of the will to live.

Shakespeare was not a scholar in the sense we regard the term to-day, yet no man ever lived or probably ever will live that equalled or will equal him in the expression of thought. He simply read the book of nature and interpreted it from the standpoint of his own magnificent genius.

Freedom of expression stops when it hurts someone.

Exaggerated sensitiveness is an expression of the feeling of inferiority.

It’s okay to disagree with the thoughts or opinions expressed by other people. That doesn’t give you the right to deny any sense they might make. Nor does it give you a right to accuse someone of poorly expressing their beliefs just because you don’t like what they are saying. Learn to recognize good writing...

His (Grant’s) face has three expressions: deep thought, extreme determination, and great simplicity and calmness.

Leadership is an art expressed by the demonstration of characters worthy of immitation, emulation and inspiration. It is neither a title nor a postion.

..her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.

To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality.

I’m all about freedom of expression. I just think that this is the worst time to do something like this. It doesn’t help the movement. We have to be pragmatic and we have to identify our allies. Business is an ally.

The creator wrestles with a hard, invisible substance, a substance far superior to him. Even the greatest victor emerges vanquished, because our deepest secret, the only one that deserves expression, always remains unexpressed. This secret never submits to art’s material contours. We suffocate inside every word. Seeing a blossoming tree, a hero, a woman, the...

My dear friend, clear your mind of cant [excessive thought]. You may talk as other people do: you may say to a man, “Sir, I am your most humble servant.” You are not his most humble servant. You may say, “These are bad times; it is a melancholy thing to be reserved to such times.”...

I’m very aware we are the first generation ever to have such incredible opportunities to express ourselves publicly to a worldwide audience.

What a gulf between impression and expression! That’s our ironic fate—to have Shakespearean feelings and (unless by some billion-to-one chance we happen to be Shakespeare) to talk about them like automobile salesmen or teen-agers or college professors. We practice alchemy in reverse—touch gold and it turns into lead; touch the pure lyrics of experience, and...

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper.

Expression is a function of intention and intention emanates from your thought faculty.

It was a heartfelt expression from the speaker that we have to work in a unified fashion, or the whole thing starts to deteriorate,

Vronsky saw nothing and no one. He felt himself as a king, not because she had made an impression on Anna-he did not yet believe that-but because the impression she had made on him gave him happiness and pride.

My dear, if heaven is truly a place, then it is situated in your heart, that special place, that was reserved for me.

Poetry is the wailing of a broken heart―the etched sorrows of despairing souls. These artful words are an exclamation in rare colors expressed noiselessly on parchment. Poetry is the unheard cry of a budding flower, wilting. It is a humble, lucent tear shed with meaning. It is the lovely portrayal of ugliness and the bitter...

It is love’s nature to be expressed.

Those who express even a little of themselves never become old-fashioned.