Quotes About Words

Afterward, Ann did ask what was so great about this guy she loved. Tress did her best to explain, though she was certain world-traveled people like them would find her love plain and unremarkable. She underestimated the power of simple words spoken with passion. No one questioned her after that.

I didn't know there were so many books in the world," Syl said. "Won't they use up all the words? Seems like eventually you'd say everything that could be said!

Brother?" Gavilar said. Dalinar turned back and regarded Gavilar, who was bathed by the bleeding light of a fire reaching its end. "Words are important," Gavilar said. "Much more than you give them credit for being." "Perhaps," Dalinar said. "But if they were all-powerful, you wouldn't need my sword, would you?" "Perhaps. I can't help feeling words would be enough, if only I knew the right ones to say.

Words are important," Gavilar said. "Much more than you give them credit for being." "Perhaps," Dalinar said. "But if they were all-powerful, you wouldn't need my sword, would you?" "Perhaps. I can't help feeling words would be enough, if only I knew the right ones to say.

Idle words. From foolish people.

I realize that definitions spark controversy and disagreement, but I'm okay with that. I'd rather we debate the meaning of words that are important to us than not discuss them at all.

It seems unlikely that so much literature could be made from twenty-six letters. Doesn't it seem it could all be boiled down to one sentence?

You tell others about Me - that I am a loving God. Your words are glib. My words are written in the blood of My only Son.

Words without poetry lack passion; words without passion lack persuasion; words without persuasion lack power.

Whether Mr. Oakhurst had cached his cards with the whiskey as something debarred the free access of the community, I cannot say. It was certain that, in Mother Shipton's words, he "didn't say 'cards' once" during that evening.

Writing is like praying, because you stop all other activities, descend into silence, and listen patiently to the depths of your soul, waiting for true words to come. When they do, you thank God because you know the words are a gift, and you write them down as honestly and cleanly as you can.

Estrella realized words could become as excruciating as rusted nails piercing the heels of her bare feet.

F)or no word that has been uttered for the purpose of making man the master of his own fate has been spoken in vain.

When I picked up a book that I had read many times before, the words opened themselves up again. What I was unable to cope with was the new and the unknown; but what I had read before, perhaps on several occasions, had the same effect as ever. I read and was able to stop thinking about my illness.

Just as words lose their power when they are not born out of silence, so openness loses its meaning when there is no ability to be closed.

The more we try to justify ourselves, the more we collide with our inability to do so. The more burdens we take on, the more we burden others with our unmet needs. Is it any wonder that our words do not help and our presence does not heal?

As ministers our greatest temptation is toward too many words. They weaken our faith and make us lukewarm. But silence is a sacred discipline, a guard of the Holy Spirit.

It is not all books that are as dull as their readers. There are probably words addressed to our condition exactly, which, if we could really hear and understand, would be more salutary than the morning or the spring to our lives, and possibly put a new aspect on the face of things for us. How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

Where shall we look for standard English but to the words of a standard man?

The written word is the choicest of relics.

We get the language with which to describe our various lives out of a common mint. (Letter, April 26, 1857, to B.B. Wiley)

The words which express our faith and piety are not definite; yet they are significant and fragrant like frankincense to superior natures.

He stood there smiling; then at last he put into two words — "Do YOU?" — more discrimination than I had ever heard two words contain.

She took it as if the words were all she had wished; as if they brought her, gave her something that was the compensation of her case.