Quotes About Words

Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them.

He let the hours go by lost in the magic of words, shedding his skin and his name, feeling like another person. He allowed himself to be carried away by the dreams of shadowy characters, the only refuge left for him.

He didn't know whether we created God in our own image or whether God created us without quite knowing what he was doing. He believed that God, or whatever brought us here, lives in each of our deeds, in each of our words, and manifests himself in all those things that show us to be more than mere figures of clay.

Good words are a vain benevolence that demand no sacrifice and are more appreciated than real acts of kindness.

I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by words and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the Library seemed to be losing it´s memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

Rije?i i misterij njihova skrivena zna?enja fascinirali su me i doživljavao sam ih kao klju? kojim se može otklju?ati beskrajni svijet na sigurnome od one ku?e, onih ulica i onih tmurnih dana u kojima sam ?ak i ja mogao naslutiti da me ?eka oskudna sre?a.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.

Le parole che hanno avvelenato il cuore di un figlio, pronunciate per meschinità o per ignoranza, si sedimentano nella memoria e lasciano un marchio indelebile.

Cuando sólo se habla por hablar, poco se piensa y aún menos se hace.

A n?kbe vetett hit nem azt jelenti, hogy mindent el kell nekik hinni, amit mondanak.

Quelle erano le parole che voleva sentirsi dire, e alla fine cedette alla tentazione di crederci.

Las palabras con que se envenena el corazón de un hijo, por mezquindad o por ignorancia, se quedan enquistadas en la memoria y tarde o temprano le queman el alma

Öylesine k?r?lgand? ki, sözünü kesersem sözcüklerinin k?r?laca??ndan korktum.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.' I

Malo stvari ?itatelja može obilježiti onako kako to ?ini prva knjiga koja prona?e put do njegova srca. Te prve slike, odjek rije?i za koje mislimo da su ostale za nama, prate nas cijeloga života i u našem sje?anju klešu pala?u kojoj ?emo se, ranije ili kasnije - koliko god knjiga pro?itali, koliko god svjetova otkrili, koliko god nau?ili ili zaboravili - jednom vratiti.

A story is an endless labyrinth of words, images and spirits, conjured up to show us the invisible truth about ourselves. A story is, after all, a conversation between the narrator and the reader, and just as narrators can only relate as far as their ability will permit, so too readers can only read as far as what is already written in their souls.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a place in our memory to which, sooner or later - no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget - we will return.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

Supo entonces que sobre aquella roca empezaría a construir un santuario, un cementerio de ideas e invenciones, de palabras y prodigios que crecería sobre las cenizas [...] y que algún día albergaría la mayor de las bibliotecas, aquella en la que toda obra perseguida o despreciada por la ignorancia y la malicia de los hombres iría a parar a la espera de volver a encontrar al lector que todo libro lleva dentro.

the echo of words we think we have left behind

A story is an endless labyrinth of words, images, and spirits, conjured up to show us the invisible truth about ourselves.

Enfrentarse a la palabras era su modo de descubrir quién era de verdad.