Quotes About Language

Sentences will be confined to museums if the emptiness of writing persists," predicted Georges Bataille.

Admittedly, the nature of language is one of the most mysterious questions that exists for man to ponder on.

Human speech conceals far more than it confides; it blurs much more than it defines; it distances more than it connects," was George Steiner's conclusion.

To the Greeks, work was a curse and nothing else. Their name for it—ponos—has the same root as the Latin poena, sorrow

Humanitas is its Latin reference, opposed to immanis, or savage.

I was ecstatic they re-named 'French Fries' as 'Freedom Fries'. Grown men and women in positions of power in the U.S. government showing themselves as idiots.

The term 'serious actor' is kind of an oxymoron, isn't it? Like 'Republican party' or 'airplane food.'

I was ecstatic when they re-named "French fries" as "freedom fries." Grown men and women in positions of power in the U.S. government showing themselves as idiots.

I could eat alphabet soup and shit better lyrics.

Silent is an anagram of listen.

In every cell in every body in every living thing, strings of words make sentences, meanings locked together

Thank you for your briefing," said the colonel when I was done. "But I do believe that if you could not say the word 'fuck,' your speeches would be only half as long.

Poetry cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language.

Do you know what my name is, converted to binary code?" He looked at her. "Is Tanzie your full name?" "No. But it's the one I use." He blew out his cheeks. "Um. Okay. 01010100 01100001 01101110 01111010 01101001 01100101." "Did you say 1010 at the end? Or 0101?" "1010. Duh.

I ate new foods, walked strange streets, spoke to people in a language that wasn't mine.

And as she walks, in a city of strangers, her nostrils filled with the scent of street food, her ears filled with an unfamiliar language, she feels something unexpected wash through her. She feels connected, alive.

Why do you think nobody writes love letters like these anymore?" she says instead, pulling one from her bag. "I mean, yes, there are texts and e-mails and things, but nobody sends them in language like this, do they? Nobody spells it out anymore like our unknown lover did.

I tell you, mate, I've learned a whole new bunch of swear words today.

You know what language she speaks? Hypocrisy. But it is hard to pretend you have no pain, you know? Like you do not care?

And everything you say sounds better because it's in French. I might just have to speak in a fake French accent for the rest of my life.

We don't always have the words. But we can talk around things.

William Pearson said that really what they were talking about at the end of the day was Martin Fowler constantly parking like a cunt.

use the Lord's name in vain!

KVETCH:(Yiddish) verb: to gripe or fret; noun: a chronic complainer, a whiner