Quotes About Words

Yo escribo. Es mi mayor victoria, mi conquista, el don del que me siento más orgullosa; y aunque las palabras están siendo devoradas por el gran silencio, hoy constituyen mi única arma

She was always left feeling like a murderer. Because the messenger becomes the murderer. Until the fatal words are spoken, the loved one concerned is still alive, waking, sleeping, going about his business, making telephone calls, writing letters, going for walks, breathing, seeing. It was the telling that killed.

What avail is honour or a sword against a pen?

I kept driving straight on toward what we called home and could not say aloud the words that were thrashing me, as if somehow by remaining silent I could keep the terrible thing from having occurred.

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing— "Nothing" is the force That renovates the World— Emily Dickinson (#1563)

Looking at them words going down on this paper right this minim I know there aint no such thing there aint no only my self you all ways have every 1 and every thing on your back.

Even in times of grief, we can keep from being submerged and shattered if we seek out God's words of comfort today, letting shafts of sunlight from His presence break through our darkness.

Truth is like the moon in the sky. Words are like a finger. A finger can point to the moon's location, but it is not the moon. To see the moon, you must look past the finger. To look for the truth in books, the Sixth Patriarch was saying, is like mistaking the finger for the moon. The moon and the finger are not the same thing. Not same, old Jiko would have said. Not different, either.

Books will always have the last word, even if nobody is around to read them.

No writer, even the most proficient, could re-enact in words the flow of a life lived.

I started to think about how words and stories are time beings, too

Later that evening, they reconstructed Kenji's poem, but Benny never touched the magnets again or made another poem with them, and for a while, the raggedy constellation of words remained frozen. My abundant woman mother goddess love r we are symphony together I am mad for you

Waited for the Library to settle into the deep, dark silence of slumbering books, and words tucked in between their covers for the night.

The instant you put something like that into words, it was gone. Words and combinations of words - the more you relied on them, the less power you actually had.

Sólo cuando de verdad veías las palabras desaparecer, te dabas cuenta de lo secas y muertas que estaban, como hojas marchitas o dinero viejo y desechado.

Justo antes de desaparecer, las palabras adquieren un olor nauseabundo y pulposo, como manojos de hierba muerta que el viento arremolina, formando pequeñas esferas secas, y se derraman del cerebro y de las cuerdas vocales, bajando por las células sanguíneas y los nervios hasta los rincones más remotos del cuerpo.

The scraggly spiders of her words crept around my brain

El que no tiembla ante una acción, menos se espanta por palabras.

Muchas veces, pocas palabras fueron suficientes para hacer o deshacer la fortuna de un hombre

Great Shakespeare!, you who can say everything, everything, everything exactly as it is – and yet why was this torment one you never gave voice to? Was it perhaps that you kept it to yourself, like the beloved whose name one still cannot bear the world to mention? For a poet buys this power of words to utter all the grim secrets of others at the cost of a little secret he himself cannot utter.

Beware, beware of those who care,' as some wise person said. Not that I'm suggesting there is anything wrong with caring. But as Granny Maud used to say, 'Fine words butter no parsnips,' and she might have added, 'Caring should be felt and not heard.

As if bad poetry could ever save anyone.

We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny.

We are described into corners, and then we must describe ourselves out of corners.