Quotes About Letters

The shapes of letters do not derive their beauty from any sensual or sentimental reminiscences' he wrote. 'No one can say that the O's roundness appeals to us only because it is like that of an apple or a girl's breast or of the full moon. Letters are things, not pictures of things

The truly perfect pangram would contain all the letters of the alphabet in the right order, but the only thing that achieves that is the alphabet. There are phrases that use fewer characters, but they are not as catchy. And this is not for want of trying. Here are two of the shortest: 'Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim.' 'Sphinx of black quartz judge my vow.

And graven with diamonds in letters plainThere is written her fair neck round about:Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.

What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.

Once in a while you start having second thoughts, then you read a letter from someone that lifts your spirits so much - it really makes a huge difference. I love reading them.

It is well to write love letters. There are certain things for which it is not easy to ask your mistress face to face, like money for instance.

I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.

I love the silent era because you can see the rules being written, the grammar of film being created. Most of my films are in some way love letters to the silent era.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

Byron!—he would be all forgotten to-day if he had lived to be a florid old gentleman with iron-grey whiskers, writing very long, very able letters to "The Times" about the Repeal of the Corn Laws.

My shoulders sagged. Really, is it too much to ask that I be able to come home from a long day of work and relax? Oh, no. I have to come home and read a bunch of letters written to the love of my life by his fiancée, who, if I am correct, had him killed a hundred and fifty years ago. Then, as if that is not bad enough, he wants me to explain the Vietnam War.

Webster (the friend, not the dictionary). He wrote a letter to his other best friend, Elizabeth, who liked to be called Sophie of the Elves. He even wrote a letter to his teacher, telling her how great he was at writing letters.

He had written her reams and reams of letters, as well as a poem that she kept folded in a locket around her neck. Her letters were full of love and anticipation, matching his for enthusiasm and tenderness. He was the luckiest man in the world.

I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.

The Sea Letters of Grace F. Ladd, by Louise Nicols;

I receive many letters from people hoping to research their own houses.

After directing broadcast media coverage for seven House committees, I know the signs of a sideshow - and delivering demand letters to reporters before they go to the person being asked to produce documents is one of the chief signs.

The present letter is a very long one, simply because I had no leisure to make it shorter.

all that paddling around in the alphabet soup of one's childhood, scooping up letters, hoping to arrange them into enlightening sentences that would explain why things had turned out the way they had. It evoked a certain mutiny in me.

I received a letter from a close friend. I did not open it for a week. It lay smoldering on my night table. The envelope bearing the name of a mere acquaintance I tore open eagerly as I came up the stairs, confident that the letter inside would contain nothing that could disturb me or hurt me.

I was so enthused with literature -- not stuck on literature, but in love with letters -- that I was easily inclined to bring all the conversations round to works I had read or fictitious characters from my readings about whom I loved to talk

That memory is so crushing why write me letters I already know.

también, al mismo tiempo, sé que lo pasado no es inmóvil ni está fijo, a pesar de la ilusión de los documentos: tantas fotografías y cartas y filmaciones que permiten pensar en la inmutabilidad de lo ya visto, lo ya escuchado, lo ya leído. No: nada de eso es definitivo.