The Words Quotes
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .
TELL THE WORLD WHAT YOU INTEND TO DO, BUT FIRST SHOW IT.This is the equivalent of saying "deeds, and not words, are what count most.
Writing poetry makes you intensely conscious of how words sound, both aloud and inside the head of the reader. You learn the weight of words and how they sound to the ear.
You don't make your words true by embellishing them with religious lace. In making your speech sound more religious, it becomes less true.
Language is something you inherit, it's never just you doing the talking, which helps when you're pretending.
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.
Prove to the world that you are alive, let your words breathe life into the nostrils of the universe.
He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
Often I am struck in amazement about a word: I suddenly realize that the complete arbitrariness of our language is but a part of the arbitrariness of our own world in general.
Perhaps it was only that when you try to put it into words you cannot express it truly, it never sounds as you dream it.
With words at your disposal, you can see more clearly. Finding the words is another step in learning to see.
Words, too, have genuine substance -- mass and weight and specific gravity.
These days, you have the option of staying home, blogging in your underwear, and not having your words mangled. I think I like the direction things are headed.
Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.
I certainly derived my skills as a prose writer from my scrutiny of poetry and of the individual word. But schools don't do things like that anymore - tracking words down to their roots.
Writers often torture themselves trying to get the words right. Sometimes you must lower your expectations and just finish it.
That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
Under every friendship there is a difficult sentence that must be said, in order that the friendship can be survived.
Poetry is the communication through words of certain experiences that can be communicated in no other way.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
Writing is not for me. I completely lose my sense of humor when I write. I become extremely pathetic, very sensational. Images give me possibilities that I don't have with words.
It is not enough that your designs, nay that your actions, are intrinsically good, you must take care they shall appear so.
It is our duty and our joy to communicate our hearts to each other. Words assist us in this task.
I live in words. I like looking at things, but I don't have a strong visual imagination.
I discipline churchgoers with godly lessons and sharp words if they do not change their ways. My goal is to open their hearts so that they seek forgiveness.
If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
Nonverbal communication forms a social language that is in many ways richer and more fundamental than our words.
It is sometimes necessary to use unnecessary words like thank you and please just to make life prettier.
In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.
Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure The bastion of sensation. Do not waver Into language. Do not waver in it.
In the grip of a neurological disorder, I am fast losing control of words even as my relationship with the world has been reduced to them.