Quotes About Language

it was borne in upon me that I was standing in the awful presence of the Mother of the German Language.

The humorous story is American, the comic story is English, the witty story is French.

Zanim przyjechaÅ'em [do Niemiec], nie wiedziaÅ'em, po co istnieje wieczno??. Teraz ju? wiem. By niektórym z nas da? szansÄ™ nauczenia siÄ™ niemieckiego. SÄ…dzÄ™, ?e tylko Bóg jest w stanie przeczyta? niemieckÄ… gazetÄ™.

Colocó a los personajes en las situaciones más extraordinarias, les hizo realizar los actos más sorprendentes y puso en sus bocas el más extraño lenguaje. Sin embargo, no hay modo de poder describir el capítulo. Era de una locura simétrica; era de un absurdo artístico, y llevaba notas explicativas al pie que igualaban en rareza al texto.

I think that all this courteous lying is a sweet and loving art, and should be cultivated.

La diferencia entre la palabra acertada y la palabra casi acertada es la que hay entre la luz de un rayo y una luciérnaga.

We are waenkkd , hj

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex. None of which made sense to me until much later when I realized everything I thought I'd retained of my encounters added up to so very little, hardly enduring, just shadows of love outlining nothing at all.

If not, let me offer you some instruction in at least one area: get thee to a dictionary and be relentless about your visits there.

words need worlds in order to be worlds. worlds though don't need words in order to be worlds.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex

You could not believe what one sigh articulates. What one laugh creates.

get thee to a dictionary and be relentless about your visits there. p. 591

Sometimes how you talk is all you got. Even if your talk is wrong.

Les jeux son fait. Nous sommes fucked.

A mockery of meaning where meaning had never been needed before.

Somewhere inside her were the souls of words. They climbed out and stood beside her.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. What good are the words?

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.