Quotes About Language

Never again shall I understand anything I say. Since how could I speak without the word lying for me? How could I speak except timidly like this: life just is for me. Life just is for me, and I don't understand what I'm saying. And so I adore it.

this is a feast of words.

This text that I give you is not to be seen close up: it gains its secret previously invisible roundness when seen from a high-flying plane. Then you can divine the play of islands and see the channels and seas. Understand me: I write you an onomatopoeia, convulsion of language. I'm not transmitting to you a story but just words that live from sound. I speak to you thus: "Lustful trunk.

I write in acrobatics and pirouettes in the air - I write because I so deeply want to speak.

Understand me: I write you an onomatopoeia, convulsion of language.

To write, therefore, is the way of someone who uses the word as bait; the word fishes for something that is not a word. When that non-word takes the bait, something has been written. Once the space between the lines has been fished, the word can be discarded with relief. But here the analogy ends: the non-word upon taking the bait , has assimilated it. Salvation, then, is to read 'absent-minded'.

às vezes não se tem o que escrever mesmo quando se tem o que falar.

Facts are words spoken by the world.

What Angela writes can be read aloud: her words are voluptuous and give physical pleasure. I am geometric, Angela is a spiral, all finesse. She is intuitive, I am logical. She is not afraid to err in the use of words. And I do not err. I am well aware that she is the succulent grape and I am the raisin.

Elk ding is een woord

Since God doesn't have a name, I'll give him the name of Simptar. It doesn't come from any language. I give myself the name Amptala. As far as I know no such name exists. Perhaps in a language earlier than Sanskrit, an it-language.

E nasci para escrever. A palavra é o meu domínio sobre o mundo.

O que não sei dizer é mais importante do que o que digo. [...] Cada vez mais escrevo com menos palavras. Meu livro melhor acontecerá quando eu de todo não escrever. Eu tenho uma falta de assunto fundamental.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme beauty and intimate beauty is within it.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme and intimate beauty is within it.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush now for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme and intimate beauty is within it.

Ahora quiero ver si consigo aprehender lo que me ha sucedido usando palabras. Al usarlas estaré destruyendo un poco lo que sentí, pero es inevitable.

La palabra es mi dominio sobre el mundo

Eu queria escrever um livro. Mas onde estão as palavras? esgotaram-se os significados.

To write I begin by stripping myself of words. I prefer the poor words left over.

El lenguaje es mi esfuerzo humano.

I always give names to things

Naranja en la mesa. Bendito el árbol que te parió.

Yes, I know," continued Joana. "The distance that separates emotions from words. I've already thought about that. And the most curious thing is that the moment I try to speak not only do I fail to express what I feel but what I feel slowly becomes what I say. Or at least what makes me act is not, most certainly, what I feel but what I say.