A Quote by Hermann Bahr

Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism.
Everyone just screams and screams and screams. I have accepted it as real now, but it still feels surreal.
President Trump needs to listen to the screams of the children and the screams of this nation.
My Nafs screams out for what it desires. But my will to be free screams louder.
When Rose takes to screaming, she starts loud, continues loud, and ends loud. Rose has a very good ear and always screams on the same note. I'd tested her before I burnt the library, and our piano along with it. Rose screams on the note B flat. We don't need a piano anymore now that we have a human tuning fork.
I used to say, 'Are you kidding?' about some prices for collectibles. I don't anymore because anything that screams its era is collectible.
The only possible recourse a baby has when his screams are ignored is to repress his distress, which is tantamount to mutilating his soul, for the result is an interference with his ability to feel, to be aware, and to remember.
If you want to say it with flowers, remember that a single rose screams in your face: 'I'm cheap!'
In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring.
Art is the act of doing work that matters while dancing with the voice in your head that screams for you to stop.
Money doesn't talk. It screams.
All these screams All these voices in my head
Inspired by the purse rather than the soul, the mercenary side fairly screams in many of the works put out by every day American publishers.
Where did they get those screams, Katniss?
If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.
The negative screams at you but the positive only whispers.
Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.
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