Quotes About Language

He] taught me many things: how to create a sentence, how to think about language and all its devices as an orchestra and search of a musical score, how to analyze a text and understand how it is constructed and why... He taught me to read and write again, but this time I knew what I was doing, why, and what for. And above all how. He never tired of telling me that in literature there is only one real theme: not what is narrated, but how it is narrated. The rest, he said, was decoration.

At one point she said there were worse prisons than words.

There are worse prisons than words, Daniel.

el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandoranse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Mientras haya chavales en pantalón corto que sepan manejar esdrújulas habrá esperanza

Há prisões piores que as palavras.

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 are worse prisons than words

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.

Ah, intellettuali. E lei voleva che ne assumessi uno. Perchè mai, se si ha così poco da dire, lo si dice nella maniera più pomposa e pedante possibile? Sarà per ingannare gli altri o se stessi?

Tras somera inspección, Jorge de León dictaminó que el cuaderno había sido compuesto en una lengua ajena a la cristiandad y ordenó que sus hombres fueran a buscar a un impresor llamado Raimundo de Sempere que tenía un modesto taller junto al portal de Santa Ana y que, habiendo viajado en su juventud, conocía más lenguas de las que eran aconsejables para un cristiano de bien.

Non esistono lingue morte ma solo cervelli in letargo.

Hay peores cárceles que las palabras…

Nu exist? limbi moarte, ci numai creiere în letargie.

Everyday I became more convinced that good literature has little or nothing to do with trivial fancies such as "inspiration" or "having something to tell" and more with the engineering of language, with the architecture of narrative , with the painting of texture, with the timrbres and colors of the staging. With the cinematography of words, and the music that can be produced by an orchestra of ideas

Al que no aprende idiomas el cerebro se le convierte en purée de coliflor.

Al que no aprende idiomas el cerebro se le convierte en puré de coliflor.

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.

Si no sabes expresarte, Sheere, no sabes pensar. Y si no sabes pensar, estás perdida.

There are no dead languages, only dormant minds

I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.

Love's language starts, stops, starts; the right words flowing or clotting in the heart.

Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.

Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head, warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.