Quotes About Language

When I announced the development of Perl 6, I said it was going to be a community design. I designed Perl, myself. It's limited by my own brain power. So I wanted Perl 6 to be a community design.

The purpose of most computer languages is to lengthen your resume by a word and a comma.

We're English. There's no cure for that.

I consider myself a Nordic author. But I do not know exactly what that is. I think it has something to do with time, landscapes, weather and language: a slow melancholic attitude, interrupted by dramatic emotions, like a stone in water.

Every word removed from the language is another brick removed from the wall of democracy.

If the English language made any sense, lackadaisical would have something to do with a shortage of flowers.

There is nothing like the occasional outburst of profanity to calm jangled nerves.

There is power in words. As workers of magick, we must believe this if we believe anything.

My God, look at the words people use today. They use profanity like it's nothing. Christ almighty.

Zaten ölüm sihirli sözcü?ü onun. rujunu yazeler gibi ölümden söz eder. Böyle süsleniyor, ifadesine ölümün bilinmezli?i sinecek... s. 15

From then on Dirmit wrapped herself up in a quilt made of words. She slept on a bed of words and sat on a chair of words. Atiye became thousands of words whos days were numbered. NuÄŸber sat waiting for words. Zekiye wept words. Seyit smiled with his gleaming white teeth made of false words. Mahmut pressed his tongue against his teeth and whistled words. Halit banged words on the wall.

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English is a beautiful language, a remarkably precise language with a million words to choose from to deliver your exact shade of meaning.

Gorgeous' you say in English and he likes that word tasting it like wine.

The Italians have that wonderful verb, raccontare , that means to tell a story.

Libri faciunt labia, maese Zacarius, libri faciunt labia. Lo cual, en lengua vulgar, significa que 'la lectura perfecciona la elocuencia'.

With secret delight, he began teaching Bad Eye catastrophically bad English. From that day forward, when asked, "How are you?," Bad Eye would smilingly reply, "What the fuck do you care?

When Bad Eye asked Marvin to teach him English, Marvin saw his chance. With secret delight, he began teaching Bad Eye catastrophically bad English. From that day forward, when asked, "How are you?," Bad Eye would smilingly reply, "What the fuck do you care?

The only stupid thing about words is the spelling of them.

She spoke with the usual cadences of the young: sentences curling upward at the end, all statements fading into a smoky, implied question mark, as though nothing could be said with any reasonable certainty.

With computers, e-mail, you don't hear an actual voice, but you catch a tone in the words on the screen.

The Armenian alphabet is shredded lace--squiggly, feathery and mysterious. More elongated than Arabic, more elegant than Cyrillic.

Gjerji raises his hand. In English he says, "I like to tell in the words of a great American philosopher what freedom is." "Say it in your language to your peers," I urge. Gyerji makes his statement. The class grows silent and thoughtful; there is much nodding. Twain perhaps? Emerson? Diana sidles up and whispers in my ear. "He says to them that freedom is a word when nothing is anymore able to be losed." Janis Joplin, de-syntaxed.

If you're not a criminal, then what are you doing stealing all these swords and things?" For a moment he was silent. Then he rubbed his chin and said, "There's no name for it in English." "Oh, is there not? 'Burglary' seems descriptive enough." "Kyojitsu." He looked levelly into her eyes, not wavering. "False-true.