Quotes About Language

Status-driven, conspicuous consumption thrives from the language of novelty.

It did surprise me to be made captain. The obvious issue is my English. It's not that great, so communicating with players is not always easy. But I am thriving on the responsibility, both on and off the field.

When I moved to Minnesota, I found there was a thriving and determined movement, a grassroots movement, to revitalize the Ojibwe language. And I've never come to be a competent speaker. I have to say that right now. But even learning the amount of Ojibwe that one can at my age is a life-altering experience.

It's a falsehood to state that francophone communities are thriving.

I don't think people are going to talk in the future. They're going to communicate through eye contact, body language, emojis, signs.

Poetry comes alive to me through recitation.

I haven't had any formal education. Through the grace of god, I am gifted in mathematics and the English language.

Nothing exists except through language.

I don't speak Spanish, and I get so much crap for it. Oddly enough, it was the first language I learned, but somehow I lost it throughout the years. I can understand pieces of it, but I don't speak it. I need to speak it. I want to teach my kids Spanish.

Often, I grow irritated before the first tile has been placed on the Scrabble board. This generally occurs when one of my opponents has insisted upon bringing a dictionary to the table, making it clear that he will be consulting it throughout the game.

Throughout the European Middle Ages and Renaissance, Latin was the language of learning and international communication. But in the early modern period, it was gradually displaced by French. By the eighteenth century, all the world - or at least all of Europe - aspired to be Parisian.

I hate it when people in India throw in an American or English accent while rapping without even a passport in possession.

Language just gradually came in, one or two stressed words a time. Before then, I would just scream. I couldn't talk. I couldn't get my words out. So the only way I could tell someone what I wanted was to scream. If I didn't want to wear a hat, the only way I knew to communicate was screaming and throwing it on the floor.

Accents are always difficult in their way, but as long as you're not throwing an audience off with it, then that's all it should be.

I find it difficult to believe that words have no meaning in themselves, hard as I try. Habits of a lifetime are not lightly thrown aside.

Indeed, children thrown together in a community that doesn't have a language of its own will invent one in order to communicate with each other.

My first language was shy. It's only by having been thrust into the limelight that I have learned to cope with my shyness.

Missing out an apostrophe or two does not make you an idiot. But equating party allegiance with nationhood certainly makes you a thug. And thugs don't often notice that they're thugs, usually because they're also idiots.

What gives it its human character is that the individual through language addresses himself in the role of the others in the group and thus becomes aware of them in his own conduct.

Every discourse, even a poetic or oracular sentence, carries with it a system of rules for producing analogous things and thus an outline of methodology.

A child raised on a desert island, alone, without social interaction, without language, and thus lacking empathy, is still a sentient being.

Thus, we see that one of the obvious origins of human disagreement lies in the use of noises for words.

The more language is a living operation, the less we are aware of it. Thus it follows from the self-forgetfulness of language that its real being consists in what is said in it.

Language thus becomes monumental because of the mutations of advertising.