Quotes About Language

There are no coincidences, only mysteries that haven't been solved, clues that haven't been placed. Most are blind to the language of the bird overhead, the leaf in our path, the phonographic record stuck in a groove, the unknown caller on the phone. They don't see the omens. They don't know the signs.

There are no coincidences, Silette wrote. Only mysteries that haven't been solved, clues that haven't been placed. Most are blind to the language of the bird overheard, the leaf in our path, the phonographic record stuck in a groove, the unknown caller on the phone. They don't see the omens. They don't know how to read the signs. To them life is like a book with blank pages. But to the detective, it is an illuminated manuscript of mysteries.

He only had the imperfect medium of words.

He's paragon schnitzophonic." "He's what?!" "Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al. "You mean paranoid schizophrenic?

He's paragon schnitzophonic.' 'He's what?!' 'Paragon schnitzophonic,' repeats Uncle Al. 'You mean paranoid schizophrenic?

Pax? That's his name? It means 'peace,' you know." Peter knew that—lots of people had told him. "But

That's what music did. It made you feel. ... Music, her grandfather always told her, was language. A special language, a gift from the Muses, something all people are born understanding but few people can thoroughly translate.

Impressive vocabulary, Korbyn said. I feel as though I should take notes. I think she's making them up, Liyana said. Half of them are not anatomically possible.

Hubba-Hubba' never slips out, Zeke said. You selected those words with deliberate intent, and I question your commitment to the respectable use of the English language.

That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

The point,' Ms. Conyers continued, is that no word had one specific definition. Maybe in the dictionary, but not in real life.

The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

Not for the first time, I wished both of us could just say what we meant. But that, like so much else, was impossible

Shit, Delia said. I mean, shoot. No, actually, I mean shit. I really do.

Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

The words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

It was the only time I'd ever heard someone ask, Can you grab me the spoon? as opposed to a spoon, which at least connoted there was more than one.

I told you. It was interesting' [Annabel] 'Interesting,' he [Owen] said, 'is not a word.' 'Since when?

It felt so weird, to be on the other side, where you were the one expected to offer condolences, not receive them. I wanted my sorry to sound genuine, because it was. That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted to say.

No word has one specific definition.Maybe in the dictionary, but not in real life -Ms.Conyers of Sarah Dessen's Lock and Key

Watch your words. If the phrases you use for baby and dog are too similar, your pup may get hyped up at the wrong time or be utterly confused. (Why are you looking at the newbie instead of me!) Change phrases like "What a good girl!" to "What a great puppy!

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury: I do not want to call pop soda. I do not want to eat gloppy banana mush. I do not want to be it. "I'm pretty sure the way I play is the right way," I say, my throat tightening. I'm right. I am.

Considering Independence Hall was also where the founders calculated that a slave equals three-fifths of a person and cooked up an electoral college that lets Florida and Ohio pick our presidents, making an adolescent who barely spoke English a major general at the age I got hired to run the cash register at a Portland pizza joint was not the worst decision ever made there.

She is either male property (Mrs.), wannabe male property (Miss), or man-hating harpy (Ms.).