Quotes About Language

Civilised my syphilised yarbles.

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?

Of all forms of commentary on the divine Word, a translation is the most subtle.

Ng??i ta Ä'ã nuôi mình s?ng b?ng nh?ng ngôn t? rá»—ng tu?ch Ä'úng hÆ¡n là s?ng vá»›i thá»±c t?i.

Profanity has been known to offer spiritual relief denied to prayer.

My preference is for prose with more silence in it, language that contains more pockets of strangeness.

All my life, he thinks, my best companions cannot speak the same language as me.

So many windows are dark. It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language, the houses great shelves of illegible volumes, the lamps all extinguished. But there is a machine in the attic at work again. A spark in the night.

Boil the words you already know down to their bones,' Rex [Browning] says, 'and usually you find the ancients sitting there at the bottom of the pot, staring back up.

Each sign signifies a sound, and to link sounds is to form words, and to link words is to construct worlds.

They just say words, and what are words but sounds these men shape out of breath, weightless vapors they send into the air of the kitchen to dissipate and die.

Boil the words you already know down to their bones," Rex says, "and usually you find the ancients sitting there at the bottom of the pot, staring back up." Who says such things? And still Zeno steals glances: Rex's mouth, his hair, his hands; there is the same pleasure in gazing at this man as in gazing at a fire.

Nostos, yes. The act of homecoming, a safe arrival. Of course, mapping a single English word onto a Greek one is almost always slippery. A nostos also means a song about a homecoming.

A torrent of language, a spring off the near-infinite stream of confessions he had harbored half his life, all of hers.

Sie denkt: Sie sagen einfach nur Worte und was sind Worte anderes als Geräusche, die diese Männer aus Atem formen, gewichtslose Dämpfe, die sie in die Küchenluft schicken, wo sie sich auflösen und sterben.

raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world.

make the raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world.

It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language.

She thinks: They just say words, and what are words but sounds these men shape out of breath, weightless vapors they send into the air of the kitchen to dissipate and die.

and she is so afraid to try her French that she goes to bed hungry.

So many words! It would take seven lifetimes to learn them all.

Have I told you kids what Aethon means?" They shake their heads; he writes ????? across an entire sheet of paper. "Blazing," he says. "Burning, fiery. Some say it can mean hungry too.

Toutes ces fenêtres dans le noir... C'est comme si la ville était devenue une bibliothèque de livres écrits dans une langue inconnue : et les maisons, des rayonnages de volumes devenus illisibles en l'absence de lumière. Mais il y a cette machine au grenier, qui fonctionne de nouveau. Une étincelle dans la nuit.

But he didn't have language for what he really wanted to say; he couldn't explain how her wildness that day, on the road, had thrilled him as much as it terrified him.