Quotes About Words

Un giorno sentii dire a un cliente della libreria che poche cose impressionano un lettore quanto il primo libro capace di toccargli il cuore. L'eco di parole che crediamo dimenticate ci accompagna per tutta la vita ed erige nella nostra memoria un palazzo al quale - non importa quanti altri libri leggeremo, quante cose apprenderemo o dimenticheremo - prima o poi faremo ritorno.

Stories have no beginning and no end, only doors through which one may enter them. 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.

Seis anos depois, a lembrança da minha mãe era para mim como uma alucinação, um silêncio cheio de gritos que eu não tinha aprendido ainda a apaziguar com palavras. Zafón, Carlos Ruiz. A sombra do vento (Locais do Kindle 35-36). Companhia das Letras. Edição do Kindle.

It's up to you. It is one thing to believe in women, and another to believe what they say.

Ogni libro, ogni volume che vedi possiede un'anima, l'anima di chi lo ha scritto e l'anima di coloro che lo hanno letto, di chi ha vissuto e di chi ha sognato grazie ad esso.

Si la vida no era un sueño era al menos una pantomima donde el cruel absurdo del relato fluía siempre entre bambalinas, y no había entre cielo y suelo venganza mayor ni más efectiva que al esculpir la belleza y el ingenio a golpe de palabras para encontrar el sentido en el sinsentido de las cosas.

Everyday I became more convinced that good literature has little or nothing to do with trivial fancies such as "inspiration" or "having something to tell" and more with the engineering of language, with the architecture of narrative , with the painting of texture, with the timrbres and colors of the staging. With the cinematography of words, and the music that can be produced by an orchestra of ideas

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. Pg.200

I'm sorry but those señoras are asking you to choose words more carefully. -Well, wouldn't the go f....- responded Fumero loudly.

de besades que quedaren a flor de llavis, perdudes, sense fer...

Love's language starts, stops, starts; the right words flowing or clotting in the heart.

You are full of shit, Sawyer O'Donnell. I believe that you invented the Blarney Stone instead of kissed it.

Bossy as hell, ain't you?" "I prefer to think of it as highly acute organizational skills." "That's just fancy talk for bossy," he argued. "Words are words.

was that day." He heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Two more weeks and he'd be on his way, but until then, he'd better watch his words a

Platitudes or otherwise, there were no words to ease the agony of living.

Her life in ink.

To je samo papir, ali zapravo nije. To su samo rije?i, ali zapravo nisu. Mi smo ovdje samo nakratko, a papir ?e nas sve nadživjeti; on ?e vrištati, vikati, urlati, pjevati naše misli, osje?aje, jade i sve ono što u životu ina?e prolazi neizre?eno. Ovaj ?e papir poslužiti kao glasnik njihovim najmilijima, oni ?e ga ?itati i ?uvati; rije?i iz živog uma, živog srca. Rije?i zna?e život.

Silence can be as threatening as words.

The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves.

Leggendo non cerchiamo idee nuove, ma pensieri già da noi pensati, che acquistano sulla pagina un suggello di conferma. Ci colpiscono degli altri le parole che risuonano in una zona già nostra – che già viviamo – e facendola vibrare ci permettono di cogliere nuovi spunti dentro di noi.

A word is worth one coin, silence is worth two

I love you," Bill said helplessly, as if he wished those magic words would heal me. But he knew they wouldn't. "That's what you all keep saying," I answered. "But it doesn't seem to get me any happier.

He picked some unwise words. Saying, "I'll enjoy killing you for my lord", is just not the way to make my acquaintance.

There was a lot of fiction I did not enjoy, whose landscapes seemed bland and unevocative, the characters faint-hearted within them, the very words lacking vibrancy.