Quotes About Words

All those words,' she whispered, 'so diligently placed together, and so pointlessly torn apart.

No eran simpleas acumulaciones de palabras dispuestas escrupulosamente sobre un página para ofrecer la impresión de realidad... Cada uno de aquellos volúmenes era realidad. La similitud de esos libros con los ejemplares que había leido en mi hogar no era mayor que la similitud de una fotografía con su sujeto: ¡aquellos libros estaban vivos !

Words are all very well," I replied coolly, suddenly enjoying the SO-5 woman-of-mystery stuff, "but a nine-millimeter really gets to the root of the problem.

6.6.19.61.247: Vulgar mispronunciations of everyday words will not be tolerated.

People may claim to hate puns, but most true word lovers have groaned to like them.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

meaning is born out of the erosion of words, significations are born out of the erosion of signs

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

Pleasure involves respect, and respect starts with words.

I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. I had been damaged, and a very important part of me had been destroyed - that was my reality, the facts of my life. But on the other side of the facts was who I could be, how I could feel. And as long as I had words for that, images for that, stories for that, then I wasn't lost.

I needed words because unhappy families are conspiracies of silence. The one who breaks the silence is never forgiven. He or she has to learn to forgive him or herself.

Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.

The stories we sit up late to hear are love stories. It seems that we cannot know enough about this riddle of our lives. We go back and back to the same scenes, the same words, trying to scrape out the meaning. Nothing could be more familiar than love. Nothing else eludes us so completely.

That night two lovers whispering under the lead canopy of the church were killed by their own passion. Their effusion of words, unable to escape through the Saturnian discipline of lead, so filled the spaces of the loft that the air was all driven away. The lovers suffocated, but when the sacristan opened the tiny door the words tumbled him over in their desire to be free, and were seen flying across the city in the shape of doves.

It's the clichés that cause the trouble.

In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at until you understood them, they couldn't change halfway through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.

Turn down the daily noise and at first there is the relief of silence. And then, very quietly, as quiet as light, meaning returns. Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.

Energy cannot be lost, only transformed; where do the words go?

When we tell a story we exercise control, but in such a way as to leave a gap, an opening. It is a version, but never the final one. When we write we offer the silence as much as the story. Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.

I put the words into a flask and flung them out to sea. Flung them far out from me, made through myself, but not myself. Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine. The world is packed tight with fools.

I could have been a priest instead of a prophet. The priest has a book with the words set out. Old words, known words, words of power. Words that are always on the surface. Words for every occasion. The words work. They do what they're supposed to do; comfort and discipline. The prophet has no book. The prophet is a voice that cries in the wilderness, full of sounds that do not always set into meaning. The prophets cry out because they are troubled by demons.

Las palabras son la parte del silencio que puede ser hablada

Avem nevoie de cuvinte pentru c? familiile nefericite sunt ni?te conspira?ii ale t?cerii. Cel care rupe t?cerea nu este iertat niciodat?.