Quotes About Words

Breeding. It takes real breeding to make a person feel like shit with one word.

You should hear what that creep told her. He was in love, she was the only one he'd ever felt like this about, she was the most beautiful girl in the world-- you know." I don't, actually. No boy has ever said those words to me. But I nod as if one has.

with the complete lack of shame of the extremely deaf and the complete lack of grammar of the extremely inbred.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without deeds do not to heaven go.

Cervantes's words, as "the shelter and refuge of Spain's desperadoes, the church of the lawless

Every book is an alchemical creation, and I'm thinking back to 1857 when Herman Melville arrived in Greece and saw the Parthenon for the first time sitting there like a great beached whale, its big white bones exposed to the winds. But how can this happen? How can a whale turn into a building? Or into a book? In what way can words be alive?

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So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat. I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor. Words float up Me: Let me tell you about it.

Words are hard work. I hope they send Hairwoman to a conference or something. I'm ready to help pay for a sub.

These are the moments which possess the writer, not the lover, and which live on perpetually. One can return to them time and time again in memory, or use them as a fund upon which to build the part of one's life which is writing. One can debauch them with words, but one cannot spoil them.

Two or three notes of music can instantly make you feel sad or tense or afraid or angry. To do that in words is much more difficult.

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.

In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty.

I think one's feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness

What is that we human beings ultimately depend on? We depend on our words. We are suspended in language. Our task is to communicate experience and ideas to others.

There's a lot of interesting words, nomenclatures, in science.

Language, philosophy, and science are interwoven into the design of words, which are manipulated to create surprising illusions.

Clutter is the disease of American writing. We are a society strangling in unnecessary words, circular constructions, pompous frills, and meaningless jargon.

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It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like What about lunch?

There's a funny smell around here, anyway. I think it's mediocrity.

Faith is not a product of our will. It occurs without intention, without will. Words expire when uttered, and faith is like the silence that draws lovers near, like a breath that shares in the wind.