Quotes About Language

Sans la mer, sans les femmes, nous serions restés définitivement des orphelins ; elles nous couvrirent du sel de leur langue et cela, heureusement, préserva maints d'entre nous ! Il faudra le proclamer un jour publiquement.

True Love never needs the Expression of Words, It Speaks the Language Blessed by God and when it speaks, Only Miracles Happen. "

Hubo un tiempo, no muy remoto aún, en el que los villanos eran gente buena. Se llamaban «villanos» porque vivían en una villa. Pero, como otras palabras transformadas por el azar del tiempo, el carácter humilde e ignorante de los villanos se convirtió en sinónimo de indecencia, grosería y maldad. Tal parece que ni los propios villanos comprenden por qué la historia los ha convertido en malos.

It's a veritable Tower of Babylon, The way you people babble on.

Grammar, which knows how to control even kings.

C'est un parleur étrange, et qui trouve toujours L'art de ne vous rien dire avec de grands discours.

Par ma foi ! il y a plus de quarante ans que je dis de la prose sans que j'en susse rien, et je vous suis le plus obligé du monde de m'avoir appris cela. »

ORGON. Brother, your language smacks of atheism; And I suspect your soul's a little tainted Therewith. I've preached to you a score of times That you'll draw down some judgment on your head.

Tous les hommes sont semblables par les paroles,ce n'est que les actions qui les découvrent différents

All that is not prose is verse; and all that is not verse is prose.

Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.

We always speak well when we manage to be understood.

Another thing those kind nuns had done was to teach him to say 'the toilet' when he meant the po or the lavatory, which was a vulgarity no one seemed able to straighten out.

I was always getting run-down from jet lag and being in strange towns where I didn't speak the language or know what the food was like.

She had another English word. She carried it all the way down the corridor.

This was my language. The house was talking to me. It was telling me about my own mistakes: they don't go away. The trash goes out, but it seeps back in tiny increments, like the backflow of blood, the rush that causes a heart murmur.

All learned people learn Latin. It's bound to come in useful. Fairy tales, on the other hand, are about real life.

told off for waving her arms around.

Mrs. Japan and Mrs. Romania had unpronounceable names, the former free-floating with vowels, the latter fortressed by consonants.

I read with a kind of curious terror, learning that words can pin their readers to place, confer permanence on the ethereal, make the unimaginable true.

What do angels look like? I saw one today wering gaudy jewelry, spoke with a thick Spanish accent, quoted 'Chakespeare.' She said, 'All the world's a stage and sometimes you just gotta roll with los punches.

The irony of acquiring a foreign tongue is that I have amassed just enough cheap, serviceable words to fuel my desires and never, never enough lavish, impudent ones to feed them.

The irony of acquiring a foreign tongue is that I have amassed just enough cheap, serviceable words to fuel my desires and never, never enough lavish, imprudent ones to feed them. It is true, though, that there are some French words that I have picked up quickly, in fact, words that I cannot remember not knowing. As if I had been born with them in my mouth, as if they were seeds of a sour fruit that someone else ate and then ungraciously stuffed its remains into my mouth.

Language is a house with a host of doors, and I am too often uninvited and without the keys.