Quotes About Language

I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

Poetry remakes and prolongs language; every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world. The purest poetic act seems to re-create language from an inner experience that … reveals the essence of things.

Symbolic thinking is not the exclusive privilege of the child, of the poet or of the unbalanced mind: it is consubstantial with human existence, it comes before language and discursive reason. The symbol reveals certain aspects of reality – the deepest aspects – which defy any other means of knowledge. Images, symbols and myths are not irresponsible creations of the psyche; they respond to a need and fulfil a function, that of bringing to light the hidden modalities of being.

In exile, the road home lies through language, through dreams.

Tina nods sagely and says yes and then something in Plautdietsch, probably something like heck yeah do we ever know what sad is. Sadness is what holds our bones in place.

She was a strange, unsettled planet that had had once sustained life. She was a language that I had thought I almost understood even though I couldn't speak it. She hadn't always been this way. She used to wear high knee socks and short shorts and tube tops, and travel everywhere on roller skates.

I understand that if you say a certain word over and over and it begins to make you feel bad then you should goddamn stop saying that word.

August's list of good things: Sun. Stars. Pails. Birth. The harvest. Numbers. Sounds. Window. Straw. Frint. Beams. Futility. My mother. My father. Language. Flies. Manure. Wind. Women.

What was my first word? I asked him, and he said: Don't. I asked him what my second word was but he couldn't remember. I think I'd have made something up if I was him. Like go.

Greta has many times announced that she is no longer a Mennonite -- and yet was born from Mennonites and continues to live as a Mennonite, with Mennonites, in a Mennonite colony, where she speaks the Mennonite language. Those things do not make me a Mennonite, Greta argues... [I] don't know where to go.

I don't know why saying bowel movement and stool is better than vag and piehole. It doesn't matter what words you use in life, it's not gonna prevent you from suffering.

Ve? osamnaest milijuna godina hodamo na stražnjim nogama a još smo ?etveronošci uglavnom svi I što to zna?i znati ?itati i pisati kada pišemo ve? sigurno dulje od pedeset hiljada godina a svakih se stotinu godina rodi po jedan ?ovjek koji umije doista pisati a njega ne ?ita nitko

Consider the word "time." We use so many phrases with it. Pass time. Waste time. Kill time. Lose time. In good time. About time. Take your time. Save time. A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time. There are as many expressions with "time" as there are minutes in a day. But once, there was no word for it at all. Because no one was counting. Then Dor began. And everything changed.

Music is in the connection of human souls, speaking a language that needs no words. Everyone joins a band in this life. And what you play always affects someone. Sometimes, it affects the world. Frankie's

So many times I feel I'm using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!

Music is in the connection of human souls, speaking a language that needs no words.

Consider the word time. We use so many phrases with it. Pass time. Waste time. Kill time. Lose time. In good time. About time. Take your time. Save time. A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time. There are as many expressions with time as there are minutes in a day. But once, there was no word for it at all. Because no one was counting. Then Dor began. And everything changed.

Remember, the only difference between 'marital' and 'martial' is where you put the 'i.

There's a reason prophets perform miracles; language lacks the power to describe faith.

Language lacks the power to describe Faith.

We need language. We need language to tell stories. We need stories to create a self. We need a self because the complexity of the chemical processes that make up our individual humanities exceeds the processing power of our brains. The self we create is a fiction.

There's a reason prophets perform miracles: language lacks the power to describe faith. And you have to land on faith before you can even begin to hike around to its flip side, betrayal.

and so neither talked much of drifting apart, not wanting to inflict a fear of abandonment, while also themselves quietly feeling that fear, the fear of the severing of their tie, the end of the world they had built together, a world of shared experiences in which no one else would share, and a shared intimate language that was unique to them, and a sense that what they might break was special and likely irreplaceable.

he had begun by feeling that under the surface, it was still him, who else could it be, but it was not that simple, and the way people act around you, a change is what you are, who you are, and Oona said she understood, but it was like learning, a foreign language, and when you tried to speak a foreign language, you lost your sense of humor, no matter how much you tried, you could not be funny the way you used to be…