Quotes About Words

Language. The process of sharing with words seemed such a futile exercise sometimes.

We are not gods. We make mistakes. We do not live very long. Sometimes someone grinds ink, mixes it with water, arranges paper, takes up a brush to record our time, our days, and we are given another life in those words.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

Mais il ne la trahirait pas, non, il ne la trahirait jamais. C'était bien peu, en vérité, mais d'un autre côté c'était beaucoup. L'existence d'un homme s'évaluait à ses paroles et à ses actes.

The two men were still in the habit of taking this last glass together; the depth and endurance of friendship marked as much in their silence as in the words.

Damn it, I'm angry now. I do believe life is loss, I do, but my suffering-to-words-ratio was out of control: lying around composing nothing but these - righteous arias, month after month, these tawdry special pleas.

Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.

I aim to anatomise some of the linguistic horrors of our time, work out where we've been going wrong (and why), and come up with some tips and tricks to help show how, in future, we can make fewer (rather than 'less') mistakes. All right? Is 'alright' all right? You'll find out right here.

Writing is writing what you cannot know before you have written: it is preknowing and not knowing, blindly, with words. It occurs at the point where blindness and light meet.

In front of us there is an immense garden of words and non-words, a serre, that is, a greenhouse in which are preserved by my care so many things of speech you have given me while leaving me free to cultivate them.

Sanity, it would seem, was a dangerously contagious disease.

Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, All our ignorance brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to GOD.

To spell (from an old Germanic word) first meant to speak or to utter. Then it meant to read, slowly, letter by letter. Then, by extension, just around Cawdrey's time, it meant to write words letter by letter. The last was a somewhat poetic usage. "Spell Eva back and Ave shall you find," wrote

I love you. Is not enough to make up for the pain that never heals and starts again at the slightest word.

Careless words have a way of leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

Hurtful words can stay with someone for a lifetime. I am a believer if you have nothing nice to say and would only hurt someone perhaps affecting their lives in a negative way then you best just keep it to yourself.

Be silent or let your words be worth more than silence.

Words can have a powerful impact.. Both constructive and destructive. We should all think , take deep breaths and bite our tongues before we make the choice.

Your words are powerful, so whatever you say or do goes a long way. But not all things can be dealt with. You should learn from today and make tomorrow better." Because some things just need to be let go.

It wasn't enough to know.. You had to actually go and tell somebody.

Careless words have a way of making people love you a little less.

Sticks and stones may break our bones, but names will break our spirit.

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

The language in which we are speaking is his before it is mine. How different are the words HOME, CHRIST, ALE, MASTER, on his lips and on mine! I cannot speak or write these words without unrest of spirit. His language, so familiar and so foreign, will always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted its words. My voice holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.