Quotes About Language

There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance.

Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped around your tongue today And broken to shape and thought Between your teeth and lips speaking Now and today Shall be faded hieroglyphics Ten thousand years from now.

Influenza. If you close your eyes and say the word aloud, it sounds lovely. It would make a good name for a pleasant, ancient Italian village.

Hablamos de religión o de economía? - Elija usted la nomenclatura.

There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

No hay lenguas muertas, sino cerebros aletargados.

Don Basilio was a forbidding-looking man with a bushy mustache who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or someone with a vitamin deficiency.

Never before had I felt trapped, so seduced and caught up in a story,' Clara explained, 'the way I did with that book. Until then, reading was just a duty, a sort of fine one had to pay teachers and tutors without quite knowing why. I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.

Não conhecia o prazer de ler, de explorar portas que se nos abrem na alma, de nos abandonarmos à imaginação, à beleza e ao mistério da ficção e da linguagem.

Hasta entonces para mí las lecturas eran una obligación, una especie de multa a pagar a maestros y tutores sin saber muy bien para qué. No conocía el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandonarse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Don Basilio was a severe, forbidden-looking man who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or of someone with a vitamin deficiency.

Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.

Wie schön der Herr spricht. Man sieht dass Sie ein Hinterlektueller sind.

A televisão, amigo Daniel, é o Anticristo, e digo-lhe que bastarão três ou quatro gerações para que as pessoas não saibam nem dar peidos por sua conta...

People talk too much, humans aren't descended from monkeys, they're descended from parrots.

La poesía miente, aunque en bonito.

Su idioma eran las texturas y los ecos, el color de las voces, el ritmo de los pasos.

Er zijn ergere gevangenissen dan woorden.

She described people, scenes, and objects she had never seen with the detail and precision of a Flemish master. Her words evoked textures and echoes, the color of voices, the rhythm of footsteps.

No conocía el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandonarse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Writing is essentially re-writing and re-writing everything to death, so I spend a lot of hours there in the studio trying to make the language work to paint each picture in the reader's mind and generally deploring how lousy my efforts turn out to be. Like most writers, I suppose.

Quid pro quo.» «Quid pro che?» «Latino, ragazzo. Non esistono lingue morte ma solo cervelli in letargo.»