Quotes About Words

Littera scripta manet - 'The written word will remain'. That's true, but it won't be that much comfort to me.

My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.

I hope people will see how harmful words are and how irresponsible we can be when saying the wrong things at the wrong time to certain people.

I always wrote. I wrote from when I was 12. That was therapeutic for me in those days. I wrote things to get them out of feeling them, and onto paper. So writing in a way saved me, kept me company. I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn't know.

I write when the urge hits me, getting the words down as fast as I can type and then I step back from what I just wrote and start a dialectical process where I begin challenging my own writing.

I have written a few children's books. The first book that I wrote was for children. It was called 'The Package', and it was a mystery story in pictures. It had no words.

When I finally get the chance to say what I want, to talk about where we're going from here on out, when my voice, my words, become the measuring stick for WWE, I think that's the moment that's going to reinvent our entire business.

If you imagine writing 1,000 words a day, which most journalists do, that would be a very long book a year. I don't manage nearly that... but I have published slightly too much recently.

If all of my instructions to staff during the seven years I hosted a radio show were written down and examined, I'd sound a lot like Bruce Levenson. Hell, I might sound much worse. The path to inclusion and diversity is not paved with precise, pretty words.

Billy Martin was a human tragedy, in the real sense of the words.

As doctors, we are not trained to communicate and understand the power of our words as they relate to a patient's ability and desire to survive.

My training as a journalist was invaluable: when I worked on 'The Daily Express,' the editor would often ask for 1000 words within a couple of hours. I could not say I was not inspired. I had to get on with it.

I think, in terms of looking at the trajectory and being around some of the same people, it's certainly flattering words, but I definitely have not done enough to be mentioned in the same sentence as Coach Payton.

I write to relieve an intellectual itch. I stumble across a hitherto neglected set of events, transformations, characters, or source materials from the past, and they nag at me until I make sense of them in words. But I also write to seduce and to make my readers think.

I found many ways around my dyslexia, but I still have trouble transforming words into sounds. I have to memorize and rehearse before reading anything aloud to avoid embarrassing myself by mispronouncing words.

I guess whatever maturity is there may be there because I've been keeping a journal forever. In high school my friends would make fun of me - you're doing your man diary again. So I was always trying to translate experience into words.

In the real world, words don't automatically translate into deeds.

I can sleep fine at night knowing that even though my honesty might not translate very diplomatically, the words I speak have good intent, and I live my life with great integrity.

My songwriting process is based on a formula: Color, tone, words. When I hear production, I initially identify the color that resonates with me. From there, I am able to translate the color into tone or emotion, which may depend on a number of things.

It seemed uncanny that words, spread across a page just so, had the power to transport me to another time or place. But they could.

Our words and our marches must be accompanied by action - and that includes meaningful progress on issues ranging from maternal mortality disparities to inequities in access to healthcare, education, Internet, and transportation.

I remember thinking how easy it is to speak in clichés, to steal a line from pulp fiction and let it fall. We can only hover around the inexpressible with our words anyway, and there is comfort in saying what we have heard before.

I realize that I only have words and that, from time to time, as I hold them in my arms I am less lonely.

Ovako formulirana, na papiru, njegova se odluka doima stvarnijom. Jednako tako je i sidejama, postaju jasnije tek kad ih napiše. No zaboravio je kako ljudi nisu ideje, rije?i upu?ene njoj mogu izazvati posljedice.