Quotes About Words

I want the material of things. Humanity is drenched with humanization, as if that were necessary; and that false humanization trips up man and trips up his humanity. A thing exists that is fuller, deafer, deeper, less good, less bad, less pretty. Yet that thing too runs the risk, in our coarse hands, of becoming transformed into "purity", our hands that are coarse and full of words.

Nothing is more difficult than surrendering to the instant. That difficulty is human pain. It is ours. I surrender in words and surrender when I paint.

Juro que este libro está construido sin palabras. Es una fotografía muda. Este libro es un silencio. Este libro es una pregunta.

Quiero escribirte como quien aprende. Fotografío cada instante. Profundizo en las palabras como si pintase, más que un objeto, su sombra. No quiero preguntar por qué se puede preguntar siempre por qué y seguir siempre sin respuesta: ¿consigo entregarme al expectante silencio que sigue a una pregunta sin respuesta? Aunque adivino que en algún lugar o en algún tiempo existe la gran respuesta para mí.

No usar palabras es perder la identidad? [...] Pierdo la identidad del mundo en mí y existo sin garantías. Realizo lo realizable y lo irrealizable yo lo vivo y mi significado y el del mundo y el del tuyo no es evidente.

Beyond thought I reach a state. I refuse to divide it up into words -and what I cannot and do not want to express ends up being the most secret of my secrets. I know that I'm scared of the moments in which I don't use thought and that's a momentary state that is difficult to reach, and which, entirely secret, no longer uses the words with which thoughts are produced. Is not using words to lose your identity? is it getting lost in the harmful essential shadows?

Everything imprecise, but suddenly in imprecision she found a clearness that she had only sensed and hadn't been able to possess entirely. Perturbed she thought: everything, everything. Words are pebbles rolling in the river. It wasn't happiness that she felt then, but what she felt was fluid, sweetly amorphous, resplendent instant, somber instant.

O fato é um ato? Juro que este livro é feito sem palavras. É uma fotografia muda. Este livro é um silêncio. Este livro é uma pergunta.

Eu queria escrever um livro. Mas onde estão as palavras? esgotaram-se os significados.

Hay un gran silencio dentro de mí. Y ese silencio ha sido la fuente de mis palabras. Y del silencio ha llegado lo que es más precioso que todo: el propio silencio.

Escucha superficialmente lo que digo y de la falta de sentido nacerá un sentido, como en mí nace inexplicablemente una vida alta y leve. La densa selva de palabras envuelve sólidamente lo que siento y vivo, y transforma todo lo que soy en algo mío que está fuera de mí. La naturaleza es envolvente; me cubre y es sexualmente viva, sólo estoy: viva. También estoy truculentamente viva, y lamo mi hocico como el tigre después de haber devorado el veneno.

Or had you no other means of capturing the grace of this creature except with a collar? Don't you realize that you destroy a rose if you crush it in your hand? I know that tone is unity which cannot be divided by words, I know that I am crushing a rose, but to shatter silence into words is one of my awkward ways of loving silence, & it is in this way that I have so often killed what I understand.

Look, all I meant is...words are words. They don't matter as much as you think the do. What's important are the emotions behind them" -Josh

But that's the thing about words. They can't ever really erase other words. They can scribble over them, but they can never make them totally go away." -Autumn

Quizá la felicidad sea eso, un instante donde estar, un momento cualquiera en el que las palabras sobran porque se necesitarían demasiadas para poder contarlo. Atreverse a tomarlo en su condensación, sin permitir que ellas, en su afán de narrarlo, le hagan perder su intensidad.

Un pacto tácito de frases hechas encadenadas, palabras que iban llenando el silencio, con el propósito de ni siquiera tener que hablar del silencio.

I tried to fit language into the shape of usefulness. The world moves through words as if the bodies the words reflect do not exist.

He [Mihaly Babits] hoped that some god might offer a bed to the river of words which rose to his lips, so that it might flow between ordered banks to the sea, there to vanish.

Sabías que la poesía no es jamás sólo tuya, como el amor, sino de todos; no es el poeta el que crea las palabras, decías y declamabas, es la palabra la que se le hecha encima y le hace poeta...

The five vowels of the English language are always present in the three revitalizing words of family therapy: smile, laugh, cry. There's none in the third word, so we add the missing "o" !

The words that we put into writing are the very same words that come out from our hearts that speak.

Of a bad playwright: "Saying nothing is the mother tongue of his art.

Polgar's praise for his brains: "High intelligence, from which the blessing of refreshing words falls in a shower, offers here a rich substitute for art.

sat transfixed by the rhythm of that voice – the strong view lightly stated. It wasn't words plus pictures.