Quotes About Words

Theres a nightmare scenario. Oh hey a weasel!

Hawkeye: I brought a book over. Roberts: What book? Hawkeye: The dictionary. I figure it's got all the other books in it.

Don't utilize utilize. Use use.

In the world of words the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Revelation itself. The opening words describe the text as "the revelation of Jesus Christ" (1:1) and a "prophecy" (1:3) that came to the author as he was "in the Spirit" (1:10),

If the English language made any sense, lackadaisical would have something to do with a shortage of flowers.

At last Dirmit came upon a way. One by one, she took the words from her head and put them into her heart. When a word made her heart pound she wrote it down at once. When it had no effect she cast it out. From that day forward, Dirmit became a slave to her heart, doing what it told her to do, going where it told her to go, saying what it told her to say.

Look, I don't want you to do this because of what I said. I need you to know that I care." I would have laughed at the irony of my next words if they didn't sting as I spoke them. "But not enough, Collin. Not enough.

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Words] cling to the very core of our memories and lie there in silence until a new desire reawakens them and recharges them with loving energy. That is one of the qualities of love that moves me most, their capacity for transmitting love. Like water, words are a wonderful conductor of energy. And the most powerful, transforming energy is the energy of love.

English is a beautiful language, a remarkably precise language with a million words to choose from to deliver your exact shade of meaning.

Since the ask is an "emotional firecracker" with emotions running quite high, it is important to drill down and see how important your tone of voice is when you ask. While the selection of your words when you make your ask is incredibly important, as you will see in the later chapters, my expression is "Your tone is as important as your words.

Adoraba sumergirse entre sus páginas amarillentas, aspirar el olor a libro viejo y dejarse llevar por el poder de las palabras. Los libros la transportaban a mundos mágicos, lejanos, infinitos, repletos de aventuras y emociones.

Su dedo índice recorrió los lomos de los libros, desgastados por el uso y por el tiempo. Eligió uno de sus favoritos y se lo llevó hasta la mecedora. Una vez allí se puso los anteojos y bien acomodada frente al fuego, con una taza de chocolate caliente y el libro abierto sobre su regazo, lo abrió por una página al azar y se dispuso a dejarse llevar por la magia de las palabras.

Adoraba sumergirse entre sus páginas amarillentas, aspirar el olor a libros viejos y dejarse llevar por el poder de las palabras.

People who quoted other people were showoffs, plain and simple.

I love the way you can fall in love with a piece of literature how words alone can get your heart doing that.

I read for the language, not the story.

Prickly When I'm feeling porcupine-y, I get nasty, I get whiny. Stay away or I might stick you. My sharp words are quills to prick you.

I didn't talk on the way back to the Hill of Dust. But the maestra did. The whole way, she murmured the sweetest, softest words in Mixteco, words from Grandfather that floated here and there like feathers.

the words are only part of the poetic formula: the rest is ritual, and the reason in THEM must contend with the mechanics of magic-making in IT -- and must not win.

Your pathology report shows that your tumor is consistent with hepatoma, which is, uh, which is liver cancer." Already I am struggling: Does "consistent with" mean they think that but they don't really know it? No, those are just scientific weasel words they use in pathology reports. (A pathologist, I will learn, would look at your nose and report that it is consistent with a breathing apparatus.) 248 Marjorie Williams

I love the sound of words, the feel of them, the flow of them. I love the challenge of finding just that perfect combination of words to describe a curl of the lip, a tilt of the chin, a change in the atmosphere. Done well, novel-writing can combine lyricism with practicality in a way that makes one think of grand tapestries, both functional and beautiful. Fifty years from now, I imagine I'll still be questing after just that right combination of words.

A poem only becomes poetry when its structure is made not of words but forces.