Quotes About Words

j'ai rêvé , l'autre nuit, que mon corps était des mots.

I am a refugee, an asylum-seeker. These are not simple words, even if habit of hearing them makes them seem so.

But yes, you can imagine, you must try. Nothing stands between us and atrocities but words, so there is no choice but to try and imagine.

At times, I have been convinced that books hold all the material of life--at least all the stuff that fits between an A and a Z.

The act of writing itself is much like the construction of a mirror made of words. Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics, and other facets of human existence. Looking in certain other corners of the same mirror, he or she may experience glimpses of a True Self sheltered deftly behind a mask of public proprieties.

We have too many high sounding words and too few actions that correspond with them.

That [man] can compress the most words in the fewest ideas of any man I ever knew.

He cringed when I said those words. No wonder he was reluctant to probe my past. No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen

He cringed when I said those words. No wonder he was reluctant to probe my past. No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.

Writing well isn't just a question of winsome expression, but of having found something big and true to say and having found the right words to say it in, of having seen something large and having found the right words to say it small, small enough to enter an individual mind so that the strong ideas of what the words are saying sound like sweet reason.

I'm the only one who doesn't always want answers. John may never articulate his questions, but they are with him, a way of being. And the children want answers to everything all the time. What's for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner? Where's Kelsey? Where's Dad? Why do we have to come in? Why do we have to go to bed? Some days the only words I speak to them are answers, and reasons I can't answer, and instructions in place of the answers they want.

There were times when he had the air of a mystic about him, as children sometimes do, as if he were staring calmly into the nature of things and had the wisdom to know there were no words for it.

There were times when he had the air of a mystic about him, as children sometimes do, as if he were staring calmly into the nature of things and had the wisdom to know there were no words for it. But more often his prescience spun him into worry.

Korean Sea, and it was the

that "take" was a word people used for those who had so little to give as to be immeasurable.

All the word's indeed a page and we must loudly tear it.

There are 201 words in the Iliad and the Odyssey that occur only once in Homer and never again in the whole of Greek literature.

They may have shaped the lands and defined and defended borders, and given us the days of the week (and hundreds of other words: "a berserk freckly husband is a blundering guest in hell"), but they don't appear to have left any distinctive DNA.

2. If attitude is so important, why bother about words? A parent's look of disgust or tone of contempt can hurt deeply. But if, in addition, a child is subjected to words like "stupid" . . . "careless" . . . "irresponsible" . . . "you'll never learn," he's doubly wounded. Somehow words have a way of lingering long and poisonously. The worst part is that children sometimes pull out

Journalists do not live by words alone, although sometimes they have to eat them

I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes...are maps...I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail

I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be changed by Take the word of my pulse, loving and ordinary Send out your signals, hoist your dark scribbled flags but take my hand

I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail.

I came to explore the wreck The words are purposes The words are maps I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail... the thing I come for: the wreck and not the story of the wreck the thing itself and not the myth