Quotes About Words

Words, words, words … There is always a higher purpose, a greater goal at the end of the road, a nobler cause, a better justification to dress up the final aim, which is still to take power. Politicians always find arguments and excuses to talk about the only thing that interests them: power.

las palabras nunca son fruto del azar. Que todas tienen un pasado, una especie de genética que las delata. —Eso es lo que estudia la etimología...

The argument which is made by a man's life is of more weight than that which is furnished by words. —ISOCRATES

I looked up the word politics in the dictionary. It's actually a combination of two words: poli, which means many, and tics, which means bloodsuckers.

We could go up to the top of the hill, and restructure our entrance, do away with the contradiction of being nowhere but here, the assumed proportion of a presence that will always escape, of being nowhere but near the presumed indifference that solicits our wakefulness. Day begins its indiscreet translation once again, flowing through the pearl white of loss, or the indelible deep blue of fractured words. Remove emptiness. Replace nothing.

Termite can imitate almost anything," I say. "Things just sound more like music in his version. Sounds instead of words.

Termite likes music without words, and he falls asleep surrounded.

Sheet music circles on the water, silent, open pages, weighted and wet. I train the beam of the flashlight over the words. "Meet Me in St. Louis" drifts by, and "My Funny Valentine.

Please, do remember what I told you, and don't open the script until I decide you should. You must first spend a great deal of time getting to know the subtext for the character as it develops, and making it secure. The actual words must only serve the action, they are one of the external

The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.

Le vent déracina celui de qui le ciel était voisin et dont les pieds touchaient à l'empire des mots.

Since Divine is dead, the poet may sing her, may tell her legend, the Saga, the annals of Divine. The Divine Saga should be danced, mimed, with subtle directions. Since it is impossible to make a ballet of it, I am forced to use words that are weighed down with precise ideas, but I shall try to lighten them with expressions that are empty, hollow and invisible.

tout ça vient parce que il est le père des caresses. Il a un mot pour chacun :

The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering-galleries, they are clearly heard at the end and by posterity.

He hoped she would not provide his family with any of her poems, which tended to use words like nipple.

Few anglophones realize that by keeping French words in the "upper stratum" of their discourse, they are granting French a lofty position in their language and culture. As they export English all around the world, French and its high status have become part of the package. It's one of the least-known explanations for the resilience of French today.

commencement sans fin. Tant qu'il y aura des livres, personne, jamais, n'aura le dernier mot. Belle-Ile, le 23 juillet 1989.

Sartre, je le jugeai plus tard sinon tout à fait gagné par la folie des mots, du moins, dans la lutte exténuante qu'il a toujours menée contre elle, enclin, corydrane aidant, à y céder.

N'ayons pas peur des mots. Ils n'ont pas peur de nous.

She drank the rest of the tea, still reeling from Whitman's words. Then the harp began to play---lustily, with stirring effect, seeming to fancy itself an entire symphony---"Ode to Joy.

In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn't change half way through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.

she was a book lover who enjoyed reading aloud to her baby. She liked the idea that, even before he understood them, he might begin with the most beautiful words, that he'd build language from a foundation of literature and poetry.

Why must one talk? Often one shouldn't talk, but live in silence. The more one talks, the less the words mean. (Nana Kleinfrankenheim, Vivre Sa Vie)

Words are taking their revenge. One day, they break the seals of the phylacteries, and come swarming out like snakes. Another day, they spurt from the labels of the bottles that had held them prisoner, and spread through the black sky with their pterodactyl-like jaws thrust forward like a saw-blade knife. They sweep straight ahead, and as they kill their masters their cries of vengeance can be heard.