Quotes About Language

Words are coin. Words alienate. Language is no medium for desire. Desire is rapture, not exchange. It is only by alienating the desired that language masters it. The frenzy of desire in the medium of words yields the mania of the catalogue. I struggle with the proverbs of hell.

Es ist nicht die Sprache, die den Menschen zum Menschen macht, sondern die Sprache der anderen.

Las matemáticas que hemos inventado o descubierto, de las que creemos o esperamos que sean una llave para acceder a la estructura del universo, muy bien podrían ser igualmente un lenguaje privado con el que garabateamos en los muros de nuestra caverna

Worte entfremden. Sprache ist kein Medium für Begehren. Begehren ist Hingerissensein, nicht Austausch. Nur dadurch, dass die Sprache das Begehrte entfremdet, beherrscht sie es.

As for your Spanish, don't worry, persist. One day it will cease to feel like a language, it will become the way things are.

Moer and more he is convinced that English is an unfit medium for the truth in South Africa.

la razón no es más que una enorme tautología.

kalbos prigimtis yra daina, o dainos prigimtis - poreikis pripildyti gars? perd?m erdvi?, apytušt? žmogaus siel?.

Ilga viešnag? nepadeda draugystei.

As you speak I swear I can hear words being selected, one after another, from the word-box you carry around with you, and slotted into place. That is not how a true native speak, one who is born into a language.' 'How does a native speak?' 'From the heart. Words well up within and he sings them, sings along with them. So to speak.

Navikli smo da verujemo kako je ovaj naš svet stvorio Bog izrekavši Re?; ali sad pitam, zar ne bi moglo biti da ga je ispisao, ispisao re? tako duga?ku da tek treba da dospemo do njenog kraja? Nije li mogu?e da Bog neprekidno ispisuje svet, kako svet tako i sve što je u njemu?

Según mi escuela de pensamiento, los nombres son simplemente algo conveniente. No tienen ningún misterio

Kako ?e on pisati ako ne ume da govori? Slova su ogledalo re?i. I kad naizgled pišemo u tišini, naš zapis je slika i prilika govora koji te?e u nama, bilo da je drugima ili nama samima upu?en.

Si no hablo, si no me explico, ¿quién soy entonces? Un buey. Nadie. Quizá un psicópata. Quizá. Pero ciertamente un don nadie, un cero, alguien sin lugar en este mundo. Tú eso no lo entiendes, ¿verdad? Tú eres un hablante parsimonioso, está claro. Sopesas y meditas cada palabra antes de soltarla. Tiene que haber de todo en este mundo.

I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words. -Vishous

Wrath dragged Beth into his arms and hugged her hard, talking in that other language again. When he pulled back, he ended the monologue with something like leelan. Beth: Is that vampire talk for bitch?

In the Old Language, she hissed, "If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown." That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, "Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.

Motherf**ker. Bastard ass motherf**ker. C**ks**king rat-bitch bastard motherf**ker!" – Blay

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.

Oh my God... Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.

Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan. Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.

Personally, I think so-called common language is more interesting and apropos than proper English; it's passionate and powerful in ways that wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow just isn't.

Wrath what do you say Fuck' came the reply Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer.

The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.