Quotes About Language

He thinks of Elienad, lying beneath tables, listening to the inflections of lies. Watching the hesitations, the gestures, the tensed muscles. Learning a language the king was unaware he even spoke.

Everything's better when you say it in Latin.

cutting deeper than she had thought words could.

No one remembers the language they took in high school.

The High King Balekin is a friend to my lady's Court,' Cardan says, silver-tongued in his silver fox mask. He wears an easy half smile. He's speaking the language of privilege, speaking it with his drawling tone, with the looseness of his limbs, as though he thinks he owns everything he can see.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

ByÅ' raz sobie chÅ'opiec o podÅ'ym sercu - zacz??a. - Nie to nie tak byÅ'o - przerwaÅ' jej Cardan. - Inaczej zaczynaÅ'a siÄ™ ta ba??. Przecie? miaÅ' kÄ…Å›liwy jÄ™zyk. - ChÅ'opcy siÄ™ zmieniajÄ…. - powiedziaÅ'a. - BaÅ›nie te?. " ~Holly Black, ''Dlaczego król elfów nie znosiÅ' baÅ›ni

You're mixing your metaphors. It gives me a headache.

Language is like songs, like food, like dance-it is the expression of what we think.

Speaking, he addressed her with winged words.

Déjame entrar a tu íntimo alfabeto... Déjame entrar a tu íntimo alfabeto para saber lo tuyo por su nombre y a través de tus letras hablar de lo que permanece y también de auroras y de nieblas Déjame entrar para aprenderte y girar en tu órbita de voces hablándote de lo que me acontece describiéndote a ti Quiero dar testimonio a los hombres de tus enes y tus zetas desnudarte ante ellos como una niña para que todos se expresen con acento puro.

Souvent, j'ai accompli de délicieux voyages, embarqué sur un mot ...

Le grand monde a son argot. Mais cet argot s'appelle le style.

Nada en los lenguajes humanos, ninguna traducción del pensamiento hecha con ayuda de los colores, los mármoles, las palabras o los sonidos sabría expresar el nervio, la verdad, la finitud, lo súbito del pensamiento en el alma!

Savez-vous, monsieur le marquis de Rastignacorama, que ce que vous me dites n'est pas exactement poli

We are a spectacular, splendid manifestation of life. We have language. . . . We have affection We have genes for usefulness, and usefulness is about as close to a 'common goal' of nature as I can guess at. And finally, and perhaps best of all, we have music.

Ojiisan says if you want to understand a people, look at their language. The words write the history, not the other way around.

All these years there had been a Tupperware container of bad language in her head, and now she opened it and all those crisp, crunchy words were fresh and lovely, ready to be used.

The words "I´m sorry" felt like an insult. You said "I´m sorry" when you bumped against someone´s supermarket trolley. There need to be bigger words.

Listeria, wisteria. Ha. Funny words. She

I thought we didn't say 'shut up' in our house." "Fuck off, then,

Joy preferred not to embarrass Steffi by offering her dog food as Steffi didn't appear to know she was a dog. She chatted at length with Joy each morning after breakfast, making strange, elongated whining sounds that Joy knew were her sadly unintelligible attempts at English. The one time they'd taken her to the local dog park, Steffi had been appalled and sat at their feet with an expression of frozen hauteur on her face, as if she were a society lady at McDonald's.

Funny how words disappeared, became quaint and ridiculous, like fashions and opinions you once held dear.

The careful untangling of a legal issue. Like math, but with words.