Quotes About Words

You mind your tongue!" "Oh, I do," I said. "I sharpen it every evening on your name.

All language is but a poor translation.

Quotations are the backbone of much of literature, and of the transmission of art and thought more generally. . . . The delight is our natural response to the monuments of creativity and wisdom, kept alive by quotations, a communal bond uniting us with past culture and with other lovers of words and ideas in our own time.

There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.

Vivemos cercados de palavras vãs, condenados a uma civilização que teme o silêncio. Fala-se muito para dizer bem pouco. Jornais, revistas, TV, outdoors, telefone, correio eletrônico - há demasiado palavrório. E sabemos todos que não se dá valor ao que se abusa.

también me mentía a mi misma, al decir que mi rechazo eran miedo a volver a sentir eso por alguien más; eran las tontas esperanzas de verte volver, tu que siempre tuviste las palabras para sanarme o romperme...

To use the same words is not a sufficient guarantee of understanding one must use the same words for the same genus of inward experience ultimately one must have one's experiences in common.

Reality exists as it is. The words we use to explain our understanding of it are always pale reflections of the truth we are attempting to convey and of our own understanding of that truth.

Kobun also said, "The relation between the Precepts and the words of avowal is like a person who is always thankful, and is always able to say, 'I'm sorry.' It is the bright side of things and the shadowy side of things.

Buddhism is basically an oral tradition, not a religion based on a book. The meaning behind the words is far more important than the specific words used to convey that meaning. The way human beings tend to misremember what they've heard is actually part of the Zen tradition.

Respect is earned, not demanded. It's the result of your actions, not your words.

Are you a witch?" "A man with a brave tongue should support his words with courageous actions." "This seems like something a witch would do.

I write these words in steel, for anything not set in metal cannot be trusted.

I like words. And I always learn a few new ones when Father gets angry. I shouldn't neglect my education, now should I?

I wasn't complaining', Pattern complained.

The old Words must be spoken again.

Our words, like our hearts, are weapons still hot from the forging, beating themselves into new shapes each time we swing them.

Nonsense. Balderdash. Figgldygrak. Isn't it odd that gibberish words are often the sounds of other words, cut up and dismembered, then stitched into something like them—yet wholly unlike them at the same time?

Unlike a sword, scorn has only the bite you give it.

Conversations with some people remind me of a broken sword. Sharp as hell, but lacking a point.

A book lives a new life every time it is read.

A man can say all kinds of things, but where he sets his spheres, that's where his heart is.

What proof do we have? The words of men long dead, only now deemed divinatory?

Just having an abstract conversation about linguistic parallelism.