Quotes About Words

The more you talk about negative things in your life, the more you call them in. Speak victory not defeat.

If you want to change your life, begin by changing your words. Start speaking the words of your dreams, of who you want to become, not the words of fear or failure.

Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Life is a cycle, and mime is particularly suitable for showing fluidity, transformation, metamorphosis. Words can keep people apart; mime can be a bridge between them.

Even though no threat had revealed itself, it seemed important to eliminate any possible moment of silence. As if somehow the blankness of the walls fed off of silence, and that something might appear in the spaces between our words if we were not careful. Had I expressed this anxiety to the psychologist, she would have been worried, I know. But I was more attuned to solitude than any of us, and I would have characterized that place in that moment of our exploration as watchful.

Control said nothing, had said nothing for quite some time as if he didn't trust words anymore. Or had begun to cherish the answers silence gave him.

The things we say to each other, thinking they are so important to say, and yet later regret, that become a part of you no matter how hard you push them away, even as you can't stop thinking about them.

As if somehow the blankness of the walls fed off of silence, and that something might appear in the spaces between our words if we were not careful.

As if somehow the blankness of the walls fed off of silence, and that something might appear in the spaces between words if we were not careful.

Books as a salve to the boredom of TV? No, because the bookmark just began to separate one sea of unread words from another.

Both possessing remarkably rich southern drawls, words loitered on their tongues like drunken drifters when they spoke.

Morals do not come from the state and society. Morality deals with weightier matters that measure our thoughts, words, and deeds against universals that are true regardless of time and place.

It is fashionable to be an Internet Advocate where Woke Words generate a lot of buzz without the grind of any actual work. To be fair, words are quite powerful when challenging systems of injustice—we need them and they matter—but we also have to put our boots on the ground.

Our perception of reality is also greatly influenced by our words. Words bring our thoughts and beliefs to life and help anchor them into our "realities" through repetition.

All the thoughts, beliefs, and words you've had on repeat throughout your life, either consciously or unconsciously, created the reality you're presently hanging out in.

We use words to communicate, and when you communicate optimism, inspiration and general badassery, you inspire other people and draw those who can help you toward you. Choosing your words wisely is one of the easiest and most powerful steps in changing your reality.

Our thoughts become our words, our words become our beliefs, our beliefs become our habits, and our habits become our realities.

Sie sind verantwortlich für das, was Sie sagen und tun. Sie sind nicht dafür verantwortlich, ob sich die Leute darüber aufregen oder nicht.

Words bring our thoughts and beliefs to life and help anchor them into our "realities" through repetition.

Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else.

Yet I had such joy from the words.

There are many ways to take a heart. And the King of Crows uses all methods; he shies from none. He's happy to have it cut out all at once as I, the huntsman, did. He's happy to have it taken piece by piece, year by year, like a miser hoarding coins, with punishing silences, biting glances, and love served cold. Poisonous words do the job, too. They are as sharp as knives and leave their victims hollow.