Quotes About Letters

The soldier had stamped my passport FAMILY in heavy black capital letters and I checked it now for reassurance and because I liked how fierce the word looked

Se permanecesse imóvel por um tempo, aconteceria o inverso daquilo que ela esperava: as letras é que começariam a olhar para ela. E iriam segredar-lhe histórias. Tudo aquilo parecem desenhos, mas dentro das letras estão vozes. Ao lermos não somos o olho; somos o ouvido.

Semblen dibuixos, però a dins de les lletres hi ha les veus. Cada pàgina és una capsa infinita de veus" (Trilogia de Moçambic)

Think of the letters which have placed you nowhere, have given you something lonely, and the restraint of all anger at loneliness.

Knight seemed to weigh the precision of every word he used, careful as a poet. Even his handwritten letters had gone through at least one draft, he said, mostly to remove unnecessary insults. Only necessary ones remained.

Nearly one-third of Acts recounts Paul on trial or in prison, and in five of the thirteen letters he is identified as a prisoner of, or in, Christ (never mentioning Roman authorities!):

Inilah perbedaan di sebuah kode dan sandi rahasia. Kode adalah komunikasi rahasia di mana sebuah kata atau frase diganti dengan kata lain, simbol, atau angka. Sandi rahasia jauh lebih elegan dan lebih lentur. Sebuah sandi rahasia mengubah huruf-huruf daripada kata-kata.

Together, you form a church in miniature and, as such, you'll choose the next minister for us all. Also, every one of you wrote the same thing in your letters. Before we leave tonight, let's see if you can figure out what it was." "Time to burn?" said Belinda. "Out of our minds?" said Adrian.

Once a killer is in prison, we carry on with other investigations and do not pay much attention to those who are behind bars. This infuriates them and they get jealous. I compare it to sibling rivalry. I became the 'Bad Mother' object to our suspect and he vented his anger in those letters.

He was creating the first letters of the Slavonic alphabet. He started with rounded letters, but the Slavonic language was so wild that the ink could not hold it, and so he made a second alphabet of barred letters and caged the unruly language in them like a bird.

I had forgotten how different my language looks on paper, that its letters have so little resemblance to how they actually sound. Words, most I had not spoken for years, generously gave themselves to me. Fluency, after all, is relative. On that sheet of paper, on another side of the globe, I am fluent.

The point is this. Paul's letters are highly energetic. Filling translations of his works with stodgy, chewy words and phrases will give the reader indigestion. They may be 'accurate' in one sense, but they are inaccurate in another. Such challenges mean that translation remains exciting, demanding and never-ending.

When Paul talks in his letters about 'the gospel', he doesn't primarily mean 'the way you too can get saved'. He means 'the message that says that Jesus, the crucified and risen one, is the Lord of the whole world'.

Looking back on it, I suspect that we were trying to keep the world of our letters apart from the world in which we lived. Perhaps we had become so accustomed to the magic of words on paper that we were afraid a face-to-face meeting might break the spell.

But his letters . . . I took them with me, let the "ounces" cry aloud. I tried to leave, and could not. They would not be left; it was not my fault. I will not be scolded.

I held out my sisters' letters for him to read. Tears appeared in his eyes, and he kissed the letters and declared, "I love your sisters! It shall be the object of my life to justify the trust shown in these letters. May God bless them.

Bintel Brief: Sixty Years of Letters from the Lower East Side to the Jewish Daily Forward, edited by Isaac Metzker.)

Books. They tumbled from the bleeding sky like wounded birds. The spines snapping open and the pages fanning white. Black letters slipping off the slanted pages and falling, falling to the ground where they... Shatter.

He sees that the majority of letters are profoundly humble pleas fpr moral and spiritual advixe, that they are inarticulate expressions of genuine suffering. He also discovers that his correspondents take him seriously. For the first time in his life, he is forced to examine the values by which he lives. This examinatin shows him that he is the victim of the joke and not the perpetator.

No one but her uncle knew that under Fursey's tutelage she could make her letters or that she understood Latin if it was spoken slowly-and even he seemed content to let her learn privately.

It is fine to demand that the imbecile respect arts, letters, philosophy, the sciences, but let him respect them in silence.

Everything that we experience is a communication . In fact, so is the world too a communication -- the revelation of spirit. The time is gone when the spirit of God was comprehensible to us. The meaning of the world has been lost to us. We have seen only its letters. We have lost that which is appearing behind the appearance.

creating big, bold letters; he draws visible pleasure from the flourishes with which he embellishes especially the letters J and S. They want a big public Disputation,

It's a tendency to be sybaritic, to live in a state of mild semiconsciousness, to fritter your life away on petty pleasures, to dislike effort and be devoid of any penchant for competition. Long mornings, unopened letters, things put off for later, abandoned projects. A dislike of any authority and a refusal to submit to it, going your own way in a taciturn, idle manner. You could say such people are of no use at all.