Quotes About Words

Words are immortal – until someone comes along and burns them.

Words weighed light, light as a feather, even the most important of them.

Words that explained the world to her, its dark side and its light side, words that built a wall to keep out bad dreams.

This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends!

She still believed in words so much. Farid believed in other things: his knife, in courage and cunning. And friendship.

They let him in without a word, their prince's poet, the man who put their world in ink words, and had made it out of words.

He's going to serve you up to the Adderhead on a platter made of ink. Resist it! It's not a pleasant feeling to read the words that guide your actions. No one knows that better than I do, but they didn't come true for me either. They only have as much power as you give them.

The world around them was as still as if it had used up all the words, as if all the tales there were to tell in this world had now been told.

Non c'è niente che sappia consolare meglio di qualche pagina ben scritta quando sei lontano da casa, vero?

Le gustaría llevar una vida como ésa? ¿Ser la amante del zar, con su propio palacio, pero prisionera del amor? —En el amor siempre se es prisionero —las palabras le salieron de los labios como si las hubiera pronunciado miles de veces, pero ella ni siquiera sabía hasta ese momento que las pensaba

If anyone would ever bring back the words, he supposed it would be the children.

In the words of Ice-T, "Do I look like a motherfuckin' role model?

YA doesn't get librarians fired!

and the problem with werewolves is they do mumble their words, so sometimes you could mistake a grunt for a gurgle, or an oooarrghh for an eereggagh, and completely misunderstand what they were talking about.

While thoughts exist, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.

While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living. Cyril Connolly (English critic and editor, 1903-1974)

He doesn't have feelings, he only has streams of words about feelings.

It was words, just so many words. The only reality was nothingness, and over it a hypocrisy of words.

She was angry with him, turning everything into words. Violets were Juno's eyelids, and windflowers were on ravished brides. How she hated words, always coming between her and life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the life-sap out of living things.

Are you always like this? he asked. Loathing the very flesh on your bones, and the words of your mouth? It's only the unnatural things, she replied. When things natural they are beautiful. And what isn't natural? he asked. Everything man had made, she answered, including himself.

The words themselves are clean, so are the things to which they apply, but the mind drags in a filthy association. Well, then, cleanse the mind, that is the real job.

Take my words, and fling Them down on the counter roundly; See if they ring.

He doesn't have feelings, he only has streams of words about feelings. I'm tired of self-important mentalities.

Cut out modifiers. Cut out connectives. Begin with words that demand attention. "End with words that deserve distinction," says Prof. Barrett Wendell.