Quotes about Expression
I don't want to take off my shirt and roam topless all the time, just for the heck of it.
— Kunal Khemu
Seek first to understand, then to be understood ... Remember, unexpressed feelings never die. They are buried alive and come forth later in uglier ways. You've got to share your feelings or they'll eat your heart out.
— Sean Covey
As was his language so was his life.
— Seneca
Speech is the mirror of the mind.
— Seneca
Art is what we call...the thing an artist does. It's not the medium or the oil or the price or whether it hangs on a wall or you eat it. What matters, what makes it art, is that the person who made it overcame the resistance, ignored the voice of doubt and made something worth making. Something risky. Something human. Art is not in the ...eye of the beholder. It's in the soul of the artist.
— Seth Godin
Here's the truth you have to wrestle with: the reason that art (writing, engaging, leading, all of it) is valuable is precisely why I can't tell you how to do it. If there were a map, there'd be no art, because art is the act of navigating without a map. Don't you hate that? I love that there's no map.
— Seth Godin
can sing my wife a song, but she really knows I love her when I do the dishes.
— Shane Claiborne
We all need a place where we can give voice to the worst that torments our souls and still be held.
— Sheila Walsh
For no man can write anything who does not think that what he writes is, for the time, the history of the world.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
I've never had a writer's block, but still I think: Is it going to happen this time? You never know what you're going to get; you just put your fingers on the keys and hope.
— Elton John
Being able to tell one from start to finish, and making that puzzle come together at the end. That's the art for me.
— Kendrick Lamar
Rafe hadn't been around women much, but since he'd gotten married to one of the little critters, he'd noticed they seemed to have to say out loud every thought in their head. Including stuff everybody already knew. It'd snowed. Today it was real nice. It was called weather. What was there to talk about?
— Mary Connealy