Quotes About Words

Thus these politicians proceed, whilst little notice is taken of their doctrines; but when they come to be examined upon the plain meaning of their words, and the direct tendency of their doctrines, then equivocations and slippery constructions come into play.

With golden giftes and many a guilefull word Entyced her, to him for accord. O who may not with gifts and words be tempted?

Watch what I do –           that reflects who I am. Don't just listen to what I say, that only reflects who I want to be.

I told you to stop, dammit! Nigger, all I wanted was for you to stop. Augustus heard him and he wanted to say that that was the biggest lie he had ever heard in his life, but he was dying and words were precious.

Once you locked into language, all you could do was shuffle the greasy pack of a few thousand words that millions of people had used before.

Scripture is about suffering. It has given comfort to millions. It has spawned hundreds of wonderful books that highlight God's gentle care and Scripture's probing insights. You can be assured of this: God really does speak in our suffering, and we have good reason to believe that the words he says are good and powerful enough to lighten our pain.

God really does speak in our suffering, and we have good reason to believe that the words he says are good and powerful enough to lighten our pain.

I sometimes feel as though we are all daughters of the same mythical mother. Some of us are super direct, funny. Others are pensive, inquisitive, maudlin, bitter, sarcastic, or a combination of all those things. Yet we have all been orphaned, except by our words, which we eventually turn to in order to make sense of the impossible, the unknowable.

Oui, les mots, ma patrie, les mots, ça console et ça venge. Mais ils ne me rendront pas ma mère.

I wanted to be a doctor that I might be able to work without having to talk because for years I had been giving myself out in words.

Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.

Os olhos conseguem dizer com eloquência desconhecida as palavras, provavelmente porque a dos olhos foi a primeiríssima linguagem com que aprendemos a nos comunicar.

Dile que los suspiros del mar Humedecen las únicas palabras Por las que vale la pena vivir

Y si leo, si compro libros y los devoro, no es por un placer intelectual —yo no tengo placeres, sólo tengo hambre y sed— ni por un deseo de conocimientos sino por una astucia inconsciente que recién ahora descubro: coleccionar palabras, prenderlas en mí como si ellas fueran harapos y yo un clavo, dejarlas en mi inconsciente, como quien no quiere la cosa, y despertar, en la mañana espantosa, para encontrar a mi lado un poema ya hecho.

my fear, my joy more horrible than my fear, my obscene words, my words which are keys locking me into a mirror, with you, but ever alone.

mind the angels my love mind also those words dragging across our lips

Y cuando es de noche, siempre, una tribu de palabras mutiladas busca asilo en mi garganta para que no canten ellos, los funestos, los dueños del silencio.

And at night, always, a tribe of mutilated words, looks for refuge in my throat.

Tal vez las palabras sean lo único que existe en el enorme vacío de los siglos

Hide me from this battle with words / and put out the furies of my elemental body.

Y por qué no me quedé allí y no morir? Era el sueño de la más alta muerte, el sueño de morir haciendo el poema en un espacio ceremonial donde palabras como amor, poesía y libertad eran actos de cuerpo vivo.

No Las palabras no hacen el amor Hacen la ausencia Si digo agua ¿beberé? Si digo pan ¿comeré?

not only did he deplore the waste of words, he detested the moral lassitude with which they were wasted. To him, in whose throat the bone of displacement was forever stuck, it was wrong to talk about nothing when there was a perpetual shortage of words for all the horrible things that happened in the world. It was better to be silent than to say what didn't matter.

Antigone emerges as a figure of pure desire precisely because, with her words and actions, she incites in others this tenacious question: What does she want? She states what she wants from the outset, yet there is no one in the play who is not baffled at one point or another by this question: OK, she wants to bury Polyneices, but what does she actually want?