Quotes About Words

The devoid of talent and unskilled ones repudiate the value of one's writing that even is beautiful, and visionary since one holds minor status, whereas, an idiot's deficient words, become quotable, who carries a high rank.

The flower more attracts when it fragrances; thus, it qualifies its nature; similarly, when one, who waves the beauty and pliancy of words in the talking; it venerates and idolizes its character and attitude.

The sincerity that fragrances in your words and conduct; factually, it is not present in your heart.

The truth of the words' definition is action.

To increase your knowledge, beautify your thoughts, fragrance your words and understand your life; follow me; I am incredible.

Two types of miscreants exist, in the world, one triggers weapons; whereas, the other one its tongue that indeed carries a gravely dangerous risk.

You can FUK without C in two ways, whether as physical-exercise or words-practice; consequently, these both ways carry a sword of consequences and accountability.

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How quickly people changed, with their interests, their feelings. Well-made phrases replaced by well-made phrases, time is a flow of words coherent only in appearance, the one who piles up the most is the one who wins.

The depressed don't write books. People who are happy write, people who travel, are in love, and talk and talk with the conviction that, one way or another, their words always go to the right place." "Isn't that how it is?" No, words rarely go to the right place, and if they do, it's only for a very brief time. Otherwise they're useful for speaking nonsense, as now. Or for pretending that everything is under control.

my river of words and her silence seemed to demonstrate that my life was splendid but uneventful, which left me time to write to her every day, while hers was dark but full

You know how children are, sometimes they love you by cuddling you, other times by trying to remake you from the start, reinvent you, as if they thought you were badly brought up and they had to teach you how to get on in the world, what music to listen to, what books to read, what films to see, the words you should use and those you shouldn't because they're old now, no one says that anymore.

We had the same sensitivity to beautiful things, the same need to enjoy them, the same need to search for the right words to say how sweet the night was, how magical the moon, how the sea sparkled, how two souls were able to meet and recognize each other in the darkness, in the fragrant air.

Ha parlato bene, ma senza pensare alle conseguenze". "Si parla bene proprio quando non si pensa alle conseguenze".

I think of writing now as a long, tiring, pleasant seduction. The stories that you tell, the words that you use and refine, the characters you try to give life to are merely tools with which you circle around the elusive, unnamed, shapeless thing that belongs to you alone, and which nevertheless is a sort of key to all the doors, the real reason that you spend so much of your life sitting at a table tapping away, filling pages.

Lila is right, one writes not so much to write, one writes to inflict pain on those who wish to inflict pain. The pain of words against the pain of kicks and punches and the instruments of death.

No se escribe por escribir, se escribe para hacer daño a quien se quiere hacer daño. Un daño de palabras contra un daño de puñetazos, patadas e instrumentos de muerte.

He had rid himself so fiercely of memory, language, the capacity to find meaning that it seemed obvious the hatred he had for himself, for his own skin, for his moods, for his thoughts and words, for the brutal corner of the world that had enveloped him.

It was as if she wanted to take the power away even from the realistic possibility of violent death by reducing it to words, to a form that could be controlled.

Aunt Lina said that spirits existed, but not in the places, or in the alleys, or near the ancient gates of the Vatso. They existed in people's ears, in the eyes when eyes looked inside and not out, in the voice as soon as it begins to speak, in the head when it thinks, because words are full of ghosts but so are images. Is it true, Mamma?

Aunt Lina said that the spirits existed, but not in the palaces, or in the alleys, or near the ancient gates of the Vasto. They existed in people's ears, in the eyes when the eyes looked inside and not out, in the voice as soon as it begins to speak, in the head when it thinks, because words are full of ghosts but so are images.

não há gestos, palavras, suspiros, que não contenham a soma de todos os crimes que os seres humanos cometeram e cometem.

time is a flow of words coherent only in appearance, the one who piles up the most is the one who wins.

Sie verstärkte die Realität, während sie sie auf Worte reduzierte, sie flößte ihr Energie ein.