Quotes About Language

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Jules Winnfield: ENGLISH, MOTHER FUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT!? Samuel L. Jackson

So he came to realize that learning a language was perhaps the most profound thing a man could do. Not only did it require wrapping different sounds around the very movement of your soul, it involved learning things somehow already known, as though much of what he was somehow existed apart from him. A kind of enlightenment accompanied these first lessons, a deeper understanding of self.

He no longer heard Kellhus speak so much as observed him cut and carve, whittle and hew, as though the man had somehow shattered the glass of language and fashioned knives from the pieces.

Truths were carved from the identical wood as were lies—words—and so sank or floated with equal ease.

Vulgar languages, especially when native, stand too close to the press of life. Their meanings are too easily warped by our insights and experiences. The sheer otherness of Gilcûnya serves to insulate the semantics of sorcery from the inconstancies of our lives.

War was an extension of argument, and swords were simply words honed to a bloodletting edge.

Tap-tap-tap is better than thump-thumpthump, Ivy said.

Me neither," Shane put in. "Homie don't play that." "I wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all," Amelie said.

It's in Latin." "So? What does it say?" "I don't read Latin!" "You're kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn't that the international language for smart people?

Jackass! Eve yelled. You know, when people say that, I just hear the word awesome, Shane said.

I had no name for that particular hue of orange, other than unfortunate.

I love it when you talk dirty physics.

A disrespectful young woman, she said. Something I was called more than once. Something every woman of quality is called sooner or later, by a man who feels they do not know their place. As we do not, because our place is as lofty as we may aspire to climb. It is the language of men who fear women.

Must we argue word choice? Now?

A disrespectful young woman...something I was called more than once. Something ever woman of quality is called sooner or later, by a man who feels they do not know their place. As we do not, because our place is as lofty as we may aspire to climb. It is the language of men who fear women.

I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

Somebody how wouldn't judge another for prepositions they dangle, or their run-on sentences, and who in turn wouldn't be judged for the snobbery of their language etymology inclinations.

Ouch. Cursing—not so dashing.

Why does he have a leash?" I asked. "A leash?" Julia looked confused. "A lead," Mark said. "That's what they call a leash here.

Wiis? Wiii? What is the plural?)

I ram my phone back in my pocket and reread the same page in Hamlet for the thirteenth time. I still don't see how this is supposed to be English. I have no clue what these people are saying.

You English can't give a compliment. Not a real one. You don't know how to do it.

Marrano" was the Spanish word for "pig." Pretty much sums up Catholic Spain's view of Jews.)