Quotes About Words

So much hanging on just these things, tiny increments that together build a life. Like words build a story, and what had Ted said? One word can change the entire world

closed my eyes and listened. It was like music I'd heard all my life, even more than This Lullaby. All those keystrokes, all those letters, so many words. I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.

estaba empezando a darme cuenta de que lo desconocido no es siempre lo más temible. La gente que mejor te conoce puede suponer un peligro mayor, porque las palabras que dicen y las cosas que piensan tienen el riesgo no solo de dar miedo, sino también de ser verdad.

Sus palabras, como la música, tenían el potencial de ser infinitas.

Her dress is the colour of marmalade, she chirps songs that have no words

Orpheus never liked words. He had his music. He would get a funny look on his face and I would say what are you thinking about and he would always be thinking about music.

At a Clinton press conference, I'm given the luxury of daydreaming, of being comfortable enough that he could find Peru on a map, say, that I don't have to hang on his every word, praying he won't fuck up.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

In the past - even a long while after she left me - I thought of Anny. Now I think of no one any more. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.

From the day I was born I have always loved action more than words. But now only words are left.

But privately when things got very bad I often looked into books to see whether I could find some helpful words, and one day I read, "The forgiveness of sins is perpetual and righteousness first is not required.

Thanks to the miracle of technology, I can feel angst about every problem in the known universe, so long as those problems can be described in words or pictures.

What's wrong with the world? It's easy to probe the ills of the nation, the Church, and the planet and come up with a grave diagnosis... But it takes all the strength we can muster to stand at Mass and honestly say, 'I have greatly sinned, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and what I have failed to do... Sin is not out there; it's deep inside you and me... What's wrong with the world? I am, because I sin, and my sins well up from the darkness in my own heart.

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

Men always believe, when they hear words, [2565] There must be thought behind them, too.

My father, my father, and dost thou not hear The words that the Erl-King now breathes in mine ear? 'Be calm, dearest child, 'tis thy fancy deceives; Tis the sad wind that sighs through the withering leaves.

It's all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.

Ein edler Mann wird durch ein gutes Wort Der Frauen weit geführt.

Walter Pater said that all the arts aspire to the condition of music, but I've always felt that music aspires to the condition of words.

Clarity believes in all of that. Because she's - well, you know her. Generous and kind and loves everyone - because she's that way, those ideas take on a particularly important meaning to her. She doesn't know... that it wasn't that she was good and kind because of the words, but that the words meant those things because she was good and kind.

When he had brushed a thin coat of dust off the pebbled leather cover of one volume, he saw the words: Register of All Wizards and Warlocks of the South Kingdom and of the North Kingdom from the Beginning of the World to the Present Time.

I knew all the answers then. Where there are no words, knowledge comes through physical acts and through the space through which those acts are made; by permitting each act the space conferred meaning upon it and no further meaning was necessary.

I remember having the same sensation in Gordon Avenue. The two moments, instead of being separated by decades, belong to the same hour of the same season. I wipe and close the knife. A kind of vertigo overcomes me. Words make no more sense. Everything is a continuum.

London gold dealers, in describing the day's action [during the 1968 gold crisis], used the un-British words "stampede," "catastrophe," and "nightmare.