Quotes About Words

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Why was it that the words with which we confronted death always sounded so inadequate, so blatantly false?

The Greek word for "rooster" is built from combined parts that mean "getter out of bed".

Pero todavía no he visto que haya algún pasaje en las Escrituras que enseñe que puede lograrse una perfección literal, una liberación completa y absoluta del pecado, ni en los pensamientos, ni palabras ni hechos, ni tampoco que ningún hijo de Adán lo haya logrado en este mundo.

Words are coin. Words alienate. Language is no medium for desire. Desire is rapture, not exchange.

Like nothing else, words organized my world, put order to chaos, divided things neatly into black and white. Words even helped me organize my parents. My mother was the printed word—tangible, present, real—while my father was the spoken word—invisible, ephemeral, instantly part of memory. There was something comforting about this rigid symmetry.

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. . . . Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. What's it about? Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

It is all too easy to accept emotions as primitive "givens" and proceed toward a superficial understanding based on words, arbitrary definitions, and the quiddities of logic rather than biology.

It's All in the Energy First, I teach becoming aware of four energy points: thoughts, words, feelings, and actions.

When it came to my heart I felt everything okay, but when I tried to express my feelings the words came out of me like invisible ink.

It's like when you read a book and you know that the words are important, but the images blossoming in your imagination are even more important because it's your mind that allows the words to come to life.

Words become meaningless, the mind cuts itself off from reality for a little while, a necessary breathing space until one is ready to cope.

The words are all around but the words are only sounds and no one ever seems to listen.

Republicans many times can't get the words 'equality of opportunity' out of their mouths. Their lips do not form that way.

There's no such thing as an unabridged dictionary.

A poet is a time mechanic not an embalmer.

I felt I'd used up most of my life's words in the palace, among folk who were never really mine, in a place that wasn't home.

Once you can express yourself, you can tell the world what you want from it. . . All the changes in the world, for good or evil, were first brought about by words.

once you can express yourself, you can tell the world what you want from it... all the changes, good or evil, were first brought about by words.

Love shouldn't make a beggar of one. I wouldn't want love if I had to beg for it, to barter or qualify it. And I should despise it if anyone ever begged for my love. Love is something that must be given -- it can't be bought with words or pity, or even reason.

Will the words end, I ask whenever I remember to. Nope, my sister says, all of five years old now, and promising me infinity.

But she didn't believe in God. Or Jesus. Or Satan. Or prayer. I believe in words, she said. I believe in numbers and all the history I understand. I believe in things I can see. When he was a little boy she used to hug him and say, And man-oh-man how I believe in you, Aubrey. My love. My light. My life.

How amazing these words are that slowly come to me. How wonderfully on and on they go. Will the words end, I ask whenever I remember to. Nope, my sister says, all of five years old now, and promising me infinity.