Quotes About Language

In the Old Language, she hissed, If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.

When he frowned again, she was fairly sure that the nomenclature did not please him, and she found herself wishing she had been birthed to other syllables.

Sometimes words didn't go far enough, the vessels of letters and the ladles of grammar incapable of holding the heart's sentiments.

Shit," Rhage breathed. "I'm sorry. And shit, I shouldn't have said 'shit.' Fuck. I mean…damn it.

Shit of ten horses," his twin said in the Old Language. "The new aftershave of the lessers," Phury muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Among all the phrases in all the languages in all the worlds, there was one that never lost its luster, no matter how many times it was spoken. I love you never got worn out.

Honestly, you stretch those vowels out any longer and we're going to have to put you on life support." - Ivie

In the Old Language, he whispered, "I am barren of words, my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.

There was no tracking the precise words, but there probably weren't any. Sometimes language couldn't go far enough. All you could do was scream.

Wrath…" Her hand settled on his erection. "Oh, fuck…" His hips jacked forward, his lower back going tight. She laughed softly. "Your language of love does a trucker proud.

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

Qhuinn sagged in his own skin at that realization, imagining all the proper English that Blay was calling out at this very moment as the other guy had him. Merriam-Webster had never been used so well, no doubt.

V sucked at sympathy. What was that saying? It was just a word between "shit" and "syphilis" in the dictionary.

Wrath mutely put out his hand, the one on which the huge black diamond that signified his station rested. In the Old Language, the King proclaimed

To defend the indefensible, George Orwell once observed, political figures employ language that consists largely of "euphemism, question-begging and sheer cloudy vagueness.

I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.

The notion of representing a sound by a graphic symbol is itself so stupefying a leap of the imagination that what is remarkable is not so much that it happened relatively late in human history, but that it happened at all.

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

In those days he really didn't know what he was talking about; that is to say, he was a young jailkid all hung-up on the wonderful possibilities of becoming a real intellectual, and he liked to talk in the tone and using the words, but in a jumbled way, that he had heard from 'real intellectuals.

clichés are truisms and all truisms are true)—On

The Chinese call it woo The French les brumes The British Fog L A Smog Heaven Cellar Door

There ain't no such thing as lumberjack, that must be a Back East expression. Up here we call 'em loggers.

We communicate to each other depthlessly, without the words we use.