Quotes About Words

These incidents might seem trivial, but they are not. Actions speak louder than words.

We can trust no one. In a regime where words are watched, lies are rewarded, and silence is survival, there is no truth.

He says the language is dying. He thinks words are being debased. So he tries to speak entirely in weird words and irony, so no one can simplify anything he says.

Ninguna palabra está completa / ni siquiera en alemán que las tiene tan grandes.

Nor must you find fault with me if I often give you what I have borrowed from my various reading, in the very words of the authors themselves.

The time had come to capture thought once again in a net of words.

Sometimes, I think, you can look at a person and know they are full of words. Maybe the words are withheld due to pain or privacy, or maybe subterfuge. Maybe there are knife-edged words waiting to draw blood.

When acquaintances met him on the road, Wen said he couln't stop to discuss the Communists or Nationalists, Stalin, Truman or the weather, because he was composing a six-character eight line regulated verse in his head, and any variation in his path wuld push the words out of order. It was a lie. In fact, he was empty of poetry a d afraid of words.

It embarassed her ow, the way she bruned candles so unthikingly, gazing at words that seemed to hide ideas, or ideas inexpressible in words, how the sentences had carried her forwards like a river or a piece of music. And yet how close the truth had seemed back then. She had been twenty-four years old and she had fallen in love.

Sometimes, I think, you can look at a person and know they are full of words. Maybe the words are withheld due to pain or privacy, or maybe subterfuge.

When I first started studying Greek, one of my absolute favorite parts was realizing that so many English words had these old, secret roots. Learning Greek was like being given a super-power: linguistic x-ray vision.

Her voice was matter-of-fact. Loyal, songs called her later. Faithful and true and prudent. Such passive, pale words for what she was.

It turned out that she did know a little Greek. A few words that her father had picked up and taught her when he heard the army was coming. Mercy was one. Yes and please and what do you want? A father, teaching his daughter how to be a slave.

His eyes were brown and warm as summer earth. His words were simple. They had no art to them, which of course was also art. He always knew how to show himself to best advantage.

That is my mother's lyre,' I almost said. The words were in my mouth, and behind them others crowded close. 'That is my lyre.

Did he know how much those words cost me? I do not think he could. It is youth's gift not to feel its debts.

But I liked it, as if his words were a secret. A thing that looked like a stone, but inside was a seed. […] I was nothing, a stone.

Did he know how much those words cost me? I do not think he could. It was youth's gift not to feel its debts.

It happens to people. They get to the point of explaining the mission and can't make it, so they go into a talking jag. She needed help. There was a thin edge of anxiety in her tone, and the words came too fast. So I gave her some help. What have you got in the box? I asked.

Words are important. Words shaper our perceptions. When they define, they can also distort. There is a far better way to describe this man whose face is the most human face of all. Jesus is beautiful.

The greatest enemy of true faith has always been religion (notice who Jesus reserves his harshest words for), and a religious attitude is not what we are after.

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.

You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts.

Why should I struggle through hundreds of pages of fabrication to reach half a dozen very little truths?' 'For fun?' 'Fun!' He pounced on the word. 'Words are for truth. For facts. Not fiction.