Quotes About Language

el lenguaje es también un jardín.

Yo amo, tú amas, el ama, nosotros amamos, vosotros amáis, ellos aman. Ojalá no fuese conjugación sino realidad.

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Un niño de mi clase dice que su abuela es una vieja de mierda. Yo le enseñé que en todo caso debe decir una anciana de mierda.

Uno de los trayectos más estimulantes de esta vida es el tránsito por el idioma. El pensamiento avanza de palabra en palabra. Es una senda llena de sorpresas y algunas veces totalmente inédita. Y cuando pasa a ser sonido, cuando cada vocablo por fin coincide con la voz que lo espera, entonces lo normal se convierte en milagro. Paso a paso, sílaba a sílaba, el idioma pasa a ser una revelación.

Hablo a solas porque tengo miedo de olvidarme como se habla

Escribe llubia porque en su campito nunca vio que lloviera con ve corta.

You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.

Of all the words that exist in any language only a bare minority are pure, unadulterated, original roots. The majority are "coined" words, forms that have been in one way or another created, augmented, cut down, combined, and recombined to convey new needed meanings, The language mint is more than a mint; it is a great manufacturing center, where all sorts of productive activities go on unceasingly.

Almost seventy years later I remember clearly how the magic of translating the words in books into images enriched my life, breaking the barriers of time and space...

Its easy to know what you want to say, but not to say it

But what do I have? The things I'm told and the things I tell, that's all. And as far as I know, that never yet made anyone fly.

He wasn't looking at her, was at such an oblique angle to her that his face was little more than a sliver, but she knew him at once. "It was like reading," she would try to explain later, and she wasn't talking about phonics. She didn't break him into syllables—shoulders, hair, shirt collar, hand, nose, cheekbone—and put him back together again; she didn't sound him out. He was a language she knew, and it was whole-word recognition: Will.

You mustn't let men drive you to mangling the English language, no matter how sweet they are.

You know, they say in France that translation is like a woman: she is either beautiful or faithful.

I want to show Miss Rose how much more I can do this year because she has helped me so much with my English.

You kin tame arything, son, excusin' the human tongue.

Words are reflections. What we speak comes back to us. I prefer being told the truth, so I tell the truth. Within reason.

Because the work of Chalcedon faithfully translated scriptural teaching, the Hellenistic world could now express the wonders of God in its own conceptual language. Both synthesis and translation would need to happen again and again and again.

Everyone is a psychoanalyst, it would seem, and they try to dig beneath words. I say what I mean. There is no subtext. I

Modern English is the Wal-Mart of languages: convenient, huge, hard to avoid, superficially friendly, and devouring all rivals in its eagerness to expand.

What the survival of threatened languages means, perhaps, is the endurance of dozens, hundreds, thousands of subtly different notions of truth.

Language is the means of getting an idea from my brain into yours without surgery.

With the help of fanzines and close attention to the text of the game you can actually learn to speak Tsolyanu while wondering why the school still makes you learn French–it's not like you're going to use it.