Quotes About Words

it was clear to Jane that Sara, in spite of her intelligence and fortitude, had internalized those words and could not bleach them from the stained self-image with which Simon had left her.

To speak of the past, to describe her ordeal, she has nothing but words, and words are insufficient to the task; mere words will reduce the sacred to tabloid-newspaper sensationalism. And then she'll have nothing.

calm and sane. The key words of the Japanese experience, at least for most of its philosophical history, are "serenity" and "simplicity".

Her six hatchets are racked on the wall.

but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud.

My father used to say that someone who used foul language was someone who needed to study vocabulary because there were more civilized ways to get one's point across.

handsome couple. "In other words, we clean up well," Kent joked. "Indeed, you do," I said, and was pleased to know my voice had found itself again.

love. "In time you'll know joy again." Joy? I wanted to argue with him. It didn't seem likely or even possible. One doesn't heal from this kind of pain. I remembered how my family and friends had struggled to find the right words to comfort me. But there are no words Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there simply are no words.

Words wound deeper than any knife, my lord. Often they fester and never heal.

No, that night, words were his weapon of choice. And they had inflicted far deeper wounds than his fists would in the months that followed.

Books were smarter than me and words inspired me. I still think that Diane Ackerman's poem challenged me to build a little house in the first place - to try something new, charge forward without a clear understanding of what would happen next, because: given something like death, what does it matter if one looks foolish now and then, or tries too hard, or cares too deeply?

Where would you be without etymology'? Lea asked sarcastically. 'I think I might find words a little less interesting,' said Mr Ruche.

I stayed in the library, crushed breathless by the smoldering power of all those words – many of them unfathomable – until Happy Hour. And then I left.

Jesus, Dolores, you've got to get yourself together. You've got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes - okay? - and get your fucking head right. Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He'd closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer. Softer. That would have been nice.

Music"—he smiled his glorious smile and raised his index finger—"music speaks for the soul because words are too small.

She was chatty and emotional and loved to string words together in dizzying tiers that climbed and climbed toward some tower of language that lost Sean somewhere on the third floor.

In English, the word "left" derives from the Anglo-Saxon lyft, which means "weak" or "useless.

Chuang Tzu's message for us is not to completely discard books but to put them in their proper place by understanding the limitation of words. Reading a description of how to make wheels can never give you the skills you will gain by actually making them. Similarly, reading a book about the Tao can never give you the wisdom you will gain by actually living life.

The main vehicle of both blessings and curses is words. Such words may be spoken or written or merely uttered inwardly.

Will you bloody say something? I demanded at last, in a voice that shook oiliv a little. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He shook his head slowly from side to side. Jesus, he whispered at last.

Some were in Gaelic and some in English, used apparently according to which language best fitted the rhythm of the words, for all of them had a beauty to the speaking, beyond the content of the tale itself.

How to tell her in words, then, what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget—and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

Kalbin sesi, dudaklardan dökülen herhangi bir yeminden çok daha gürültülüdür.

Denn wo Liebe ist, sind Worte überflüssig. Liebe ist alles. Sie ist unvergänglich. Und sie ist genug.