Quotes About Words

The individual cannot think and communicate his thought, the governor and legislator cannot act effectively or frame his laws without words, and the solidity and validity of these words is in the care of the damned and despised litterati...when their very medium, the very essence of their work, the application of word to thing goes rotten, i.e. becomes slushy and inexact, or excessive or bloated, the whole machinery of social and of individual thought and order goes to pot.

Another point miscomprehended by people who are clumsy at languages is that one does not need to learn a whole language in order to understand some one or some dozen poems. It is often enough to understand throroughly the poem, and every one of the few dozen of few hundred words that compose it.

that calm face. Nor could he shut out the sound of those words, 'I am ready, doctor. Just lay me down easy. Anywhere. I am ready.' Ready for death? This

Men who had the capacity to apologize—and who knew the right words with which to do it—were few and far between.

Last year's wishes, are this year's apologies, every last time I come home. I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two,I only keep myself this sick in the head cause I know how the words get you

Desde que un ser humano aprendió a escribir y divulgar sus palabras, nunca faltó otro que quisiera borrarlas, destruirlas, hacerlas desaparecer de la faz de la Tierra.

Llena, pues, de palabras mi locura o déjame vivir en mi serena noche del alma para siempre oscura.

Poesía es la unión de dos palabras que uno nunca supuso que pudieran juntarse, y que forman algo así como un misterio.

Bajo el agua siguen las palabras. Sobre el agua una luna redonda se baña, dando envidia a la otra ¡tan alta! En la orilla, un niño, ve las lunas y dice: ¡Noche, toca los platillos!

All our work, our whole life is a matter of semantics, because words are the tools with which we work, the material out of which laws are made, out of which the Constitution was written. Everything depends on our understanding of them.

These seem to me so ambiguous, so vague, so easily misunderstood in comparison to genuine music, which fills the soul with a thousand things better than words.

People often complain that music is too ambiguous, that what they should think when they hear it is so unclear, whereas everyone understands words. With me, it is exactly the opposite, and not only with regard to an entire speech but also with individual words.

Sería más justo decir trágico accidente, como querían unos, o crimen, como querían otros? Que cada cual escoja según su conciencia. Las palabras no van a sacar al muerto de la tumba.

Palabras. No hay manera de quitárselas de encima. No le dejan a una estar verdaderamente sola.

Llámate cuerpo a secas, no te esmeres en ser de otras palabras el reflejo, la oscura huella, su inasible sombra.

I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat. I was never convinced of what I believed in. I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through. Words were my only truth. When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.

I've always thought it absurd for words to be added to music because I think music is a language, perhaps not a more precise one, but a much more effective language than language, than words.

La televisión nunca le gustó porque no tenía poder de sugestión. Porque las imágenes, que son unívocas, no le encendían, como las palabras, la imaginación.

She'd always been comforted by how many words there were in the English language -- more than a million. With so many words surely anything could be said, everything could be understood. But what did the volume of words matter in any language when she couldn't even manage to ask the simplest questions? Will you tell me your story? Will you let me in to my own family? Isn't it my story, too?

You ask me why I do not write something....I think one's feelings waste themselves in words, they ought all to be distilled into actions and into actions which bring results.

We cannot always control our thoughts, but we can control our words, and repetition impresses the subconscious, and we are then master of the situation.

Every thought, every word is impressed upon it and carried out in amazing detail. It is like a singer making a record on the sensitive disc of the phonographic plate. Every note and tone of the singer's voice is registered. If he coughs or hesitates, it is registered also. So let us break all the old bad records in the subconscious mind, the records of our lives which we do not wish to keep, and make new and beautiful ones. Speak

You cannot always control your thought but you can control your word, and eventually the word impresses the subconscious and wins out.

Remember by your words you are justified and by your words you are condemned. You are condemned by them because they do not return void. Change your words and you change your world, for your word is your world.