Quotes About Words

A cada sucesiva derrota hay un acercamiento a la mutación final, y que el hombre no es sino que busca ser, proyecta ser, manoteando entre palabras y conducta y alegría salpicada de sangre y otras retóricas como esta.

si devolverla a la tranquilidad hubiera sido tan simple como escribirlo con las palabras alineándose en un cuaderno como segundos congelados, pequeños dibujos del tiempo para ayudar el paso interminable de la tarde, si solamente fuera eso...

Y diré las palabras que se dicen, y comeré las cosas que se comen, y soñaré las cosas que se sueñan, y sé muy bien que no estarás.

Mas tudo num plano me-ta-fí-sico. Já que Horácio, as palavras... Quer dizer que as palavras, para Horácio... (uma questão já muito remoída em vários momentos de insônia).

Cuanto más inteligente es una mujer, más hermosa la veo. Me encantan las que se maquillan con conocimiento, poesía, buena música y bellas palabras.

Entre la Maga y yo crece un cañaveral de palabras, apenas nos separan unas horas y unas cuadras y ya mi pena se llama pena, mi amor se llama mi amor...

Cuídate de los que saben escribir, pues tienen el poder de enamorarte sin siquiera tocarte.

Johnny seguía mis palabras y mis gestos con una gran atención distraída, como un gato que mira fijo pero se ve que está por completo en otra cosa; que es otra cosa.

Yo dormiría mejor después de besarla y consolarla y repetir todo lo que ya le han dicho éstos.»

Así andaban, Punch y Judy, atrayéndose y rechazándose como hace falta si no se quiere que el amor termine en cromo o en romanza sin palabras. Pero el amor, esa palabra...

Let us try to invent new passions or to reproduce the old ones with a like intensity. [ chapter 81 ] I think about forgotten gestures, the multiple signals and words of grandparents, lost little by little, not inherited, fallen one after the other off the tree of time.

Y diré las palabras que se dicen, y comeré las cosas que se comen, y soñaré las cosas que se sueñan, y sé muy bien que no estarás. No estarás para nada, no serás ni recuerdo, y cuando piense en ti pensaré un pensamiento que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti...

Te ahorro la réplica porque la veo venir: No hay sustancias más letales que esas que se cuelan por cualquier parte, que se respiran sin saberlo, en las palabras o en el amor o en la amistad. Ya va siendo tiempo de que me dejen solo, solito y solo.

There are two ways to worry words. One is hoping for the greatest possible beauty in what is created. The other is to tell the truth.

He doesn't speak for a moment, as if the silence is the elastic that will bring his next words forward.

Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved, that we would be in bed together like the old times, with the fan on, the smoke from our weed drifting above us, and I'd finally try to say words that could have saved us. ________ ________ ________.

Maybe it was loss or love or some other word hat we say when it's too fucking late.

Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved, that we would be in bed together like the old times, with the fan on, the smoke from our weed drifting above us, and I'd finally try to say the words that could have saved us.

her words, rather than functioning as a mere decoration of the experience, actually deepened its reality. It was the first time that I felt the power of language to intensify life. The

How wonderful, to be read to. To be carried from this world and into another, borne away on words. And

Something irrevocable had happened, beyond knowing. He looked down at the body. He had felt her soul leaving her. It had brushed him like a breeze, only a breeze that was inside him, made of words. Thank you, thank you. I am free.

From her dubious tone alone, I could see how Karin had no idea how terrifying words spoken quietly could be. How words chosen precisely to wreak maximum damage ticked like a bomb in your head, but exploded in your heart hours later, leaving you scarred and changed.

You're not a prisoner," Wolf grated out. "So you've said ... my lord." He let out another compressed breath at her last words. "Stop that." "What?" "I am the same man I was when you called me Wolf." "No," Shaylah said, shaking her head. "You're not. You are every inch the prince now." Wolf smiled wryly. "Then why can't I get you to lie down on that bed?

He portrayed Catherine as reserved, discreet, but possessed of strength and great dignity. She never spoke of the war, he said, nor of personal matters; as Laurent observed, 'the dictionary of Catherine Dior would not have many words within it.