Quotes About Words

Poetry is] a kind of childlike faith in the efficacy of words, you see, a kind of belief that circumstance somehow will invest the veriest platitude with magic.

sonra yirmi beÅŸ dolarla ne yapabileceklerini konuÅŸmaya baÅŸlad?lar. Hep birden konuÅŸuyorlard?, sesleri direnmeli, çeliÅŸmeli ve sab?rs?z gerçeksizliÄŸi bir olurluluk yap?yor, sonra bir olanak ÅŸekline sokuyor sonra yads?nmaz bir gerçek yap?yor, her zaman böyle olur zaten insanlar?n istekleri sözcükler haline gelince.

Adoro los silencios incómodos, ¿usted no, doctor? Todo lo que implican. Llenan el vacío con la fuerza de las palabras no dichas. Porque lo que no se dice a veces es más inquietante.

There were plenty of things I was actually glad I had left unsaid. Still, the comment haunted me. It haunts me today. All the things I wish I had said when I had the chance.

The room was filled with smoke, dry worn-out smoke retaining in it like a web the insectile cadavers of dry husks of words which had been spoken and should be gone, the breaths exhaled not to be breathed again. But the words went on, and in those brief interruptions between cigarettes the exhalations were rebreathed.

We are both men of action, Westley replied. Lies do not become us.

E in quell'arco di tempo mio padre mi lesse La principessa sposa due volte. Anche quando fui in grado di leggere da solo, il libro rimase suo. Non mi sarei mai sognato di aprirlo. Era la sua voce, il suono delle sue parole che io volevo.

Philosophy lives in words, but truth and fact well up into our lives in ways that exceed verbal formulation.

My words are like the stars that never change.

Lists make magic, the rhythm of itemised words: you do not list ten techniques, numbered and chantable, in austere prose appropriate for some early-millennium rebooted Book of Thoth, and not know that you have written an incantation.

If I program 'ware with an Anglo-Ubiq word and play it, you understand it," Scile said. "If I do the same with a word in Language, and play it to an Ariekes, I understand it, but to them it means nothing, because it's only sound, and that's not where the meaning lives. It needs a mind behind it.

This is called data mining." She said the last words in English. "Which of us is the canary?

The thing is," Deeba said, eyeing Mr. Speaker, "you could only make words do what you want if it was just you deciding what they mean. But it isn't. It's everyone else, too. Which means you might want to give them orders, but you aren't in control. No one is.

A book holds a house of gold.

Demiri nas?l tav?nda dövmek gerekiyorsa, çekiç darbelerini nas?l so?utmadan indirmek gerekiyorsa her kelimeyi de öyle tam zaman?nda söylemek gerekiyordu. O an? geçince söz so?uyor, kat?la??yor, insan?n yüre?ine ta? gibi oturuyor ve bu a??rl??? kald?r?p atmak hiç de kolay olmuyordu.

We must now turn from considering the necessary struggle with language arising, as it were, from its very nature and the nature of the society it serves to the more ominous threat to its integrity brought about neither by its innate inadequacy nor yet by the incompetence and carelessness of its ordinary users, but rather engineered deliberately by those who will manipulate words for their own ends.

psychologist analyzed 558 emotion words—every one that he could find in the English language—and found that 62 percent of them were negative versus 38 percent positive.

Nehru is good with words, he studied at Harrow and Trinity College. Let us see how the pandit uses the colonizer's language against them, Somnath says.

A good silence never harmed anyone but speaking often causes harm.

In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty.....

This was always my trouble when I was learning to speak your language. Every word can defend itself. Just when you go to grab it, it can split into two separate meanings so the understanding closes on empty air. I admire you people. You are like sorcerers and you have made your language as safe as your money.

There in the sweet sacking smell of the mail bags he understood that he was dying, and it pleased him that he was going in the company of so many soft words home.

Books lay on the floor in literary dunes.

How could I make you understand the letters were the realest thing I'd ever done? By calling it a game you were negating all my feelings. Even if this love for you could never be returned I wanted recognition. And so I started ranting on about Guatemala. The femme seduction trip seemed so corrupt and I was clueless how to do it. The only way I knew of reaching you apart from fucking was through ideas and words.