Quotes About Letters

When first presented with the jumble of the periodic table, I scanned for mercury and couldn't find it. It is there - between gold, which is also dense and soft, and thallium, which is also poisonous. But the symbol for mercury, Hg, consists of two letters that don't even appear in its name.

A lot of women wrote to me. Some wrote me long letters on the meaning of the circle and about mythology and about motherhood and the significance or the symbolism of the mermaid and the frogs and the turtles.

More negatives write than call. It's a cheap shot for me to go on the air with the critical letters or E-mail I get because the reaction of the listeners is always an instantaneous expression of sympathy for me and contempt for the poor critic.

Among the letters my readers write me, there is a certain category which is continuously growing, and which I see as a symptom of the increasing intellectualization of the relationship between readers and literature.

MISS U MIS U MIS U There's a shortage of S's and only two M's, so the last one is an upside-down W. I fall asleep to the sound of Dad murmuring into the phone behind his bedroom door. In the morning there's a message from Mom: ME TOO PICKLE

Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages...

You're damn right I would." Cramer took a step toward the door, remembered his hat, reached across the red leather chair to get it, and marched out. I went to the hall to see that he was on the outside when he shut the door. When I stepped back in, Wolfe spoke. "No mention of anonymous letters. A stratagem?

There's another quote on the act of writing letters, have a look: Letter writing is a truly anachronistic genre, a sort of tardy inheritance of the eighteenth century; those who lived at that time believed in the pure truth of the written word. And we? Times have changed; words are lost with ever greater ease; you can see them float on the waters of history; sink, come up again, mixed in by the current with the water hyacinths.

Nothing can be rightly known, if God be not known; nor is any study well managed, nor to any great purpose, if God is not studied. We know little of the creature, till we know it as it stands related to the Creator: single letters, and syllables uncomposed, are no better than nonsense. He who overlooketh him who is the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending,' and seeth not him in all who is the All of all, doth see nothing at all.

This marvelous anthology of books and letters called the Bible is all for the sake of astonishment! It's for divine transformation (theosis), not intellectual or "small-self" coziness.

They're old letters from this fellow Chubb and I used to know, he sang, almost in a whisper, and I imagined that the birds, if they could hear him, rustled in their sleep, on their roosts: his words entering their dreams, calling to them.

He pinched the name tag and ran his fingers under the letters. Can you read this, mate? It says C-H-A-R-O-N. Say it with me: CARE-ON. Charon. Amazing! Now: Mr. Charon. Mr. Charon. Well done.

His left eyebrow crept higher and higher as I told him the strange bits like the glowing letters and serpent staff. Well, Sadie, Inspector Williams said. You've got quite an imagination. I'm not lying, Inspector. And I think your eyebrow is trying to escape. He tried to look at his own eyebrows, then scowled.

Die, I repeated. Yeah. Not disappear, not wouldn't come back, not suffer defeat. Nope. Die. Or more accurately, three letters, starts with D. Not dad then, I suggested. Or dog.

I love your round head, the brilliant green, the watching blue, these letters, this world, you. I am very, very hungry.

He watched the letters appear one by one beneath her hand, and he felt as if each letter were a door pushed open inside of him, a door that led to a lighted room. "The world," said Beatryce to Jack Dory, "can be spelled.

My older brother never came to visit me. He did write me letters, though: distant and condescending ones, because those were the shallow pools in which his small mind swam.

I felt mildly peculiar to be treasuring love letters for their grammar, but there was nothing else I could treasure them for.

Cwn Annwn," I said. "I think I'm finally pronouncing that right. Welsh. So many letters. So few vowels.

You string some letters together, and you make a word. You string some words together, and you make a sentence, then a paragraph, then a chapter. Words have power.

Let's get mind stretched by God's love letters written just for you

hyperreactive skin and could herself have produced the mysterious letters by tracing them on her flesh with a finger a short time prior to their appearance, by a process known as dermatographia, a theory buttressed by the fact that as soon as Regan's hands had been immobilized by restraining straps, the mysterious phenomena ceased. Karras lifted his head and

Somehow, I have the feeling my voice may come back one day if I study the letters imprinted on the used ribbon.

Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions and she was clearly putting far too much time and energy into them.