The Words Quotes
Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
Words are only containers like a canvas holds a painting.What’s in the essence of the words you convey through the sound of your voice?
There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way--has an almost hypnotic effect.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
Women's Tongues are as sharp as two-edged Swords, and wound as much, when they are anger'd.
Crash studied her. Sometimes he seemed to understand her silence better than her words.
I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.
It is not in words that I should wish my life to be distinguished, but rather in things done.
Joy lurks in every mundane thing, just waiting to be found. Love is impervious to reason. And words are wonderful.
I have a sort of . . . thing, I suppose, for certain words. They spark inside me, somehow, turning me to touchpaper, but I don't know what they are until someone says them.
wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.
The only way to change the world is to quit thinking it's a job for Superman. Real power lies in your own hands.
Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt. Lies. Words hurt. The words we remember. Well, the hurt feeling the words caused stays with us forever.
The only words free of suspicious motives will be the ones I find in books.
Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.
Your efforts extend like ripples on the ocean, much further than you know.
Are you one of those people who uses words more for the sound than for the sense of them?
ahthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell.""It sounds evil.""It is, " I answered, and we parted.
what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.
for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.
My words are not a form of free advice. They are born through my journey called life!
For myself, I favored the abstract. I collected not just obsolete terms and words, but ideas.
The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.
Once upon a time the fairy tales begin. But then they end and often you don't know really what has happened, what was meant to happen, you only know what you've been told, what the words suggest.
I find I need to put things into words before I can believe that they are entirely real.
Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge, Which dwells but in the tongue!
Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.
To often we speak just to hear the sound of our own voice, when we should speak only when the words are sweeter than silence.
But like balloons, they were excessively buoyant, and if you weren't careful, they floated away.
What you've done isn't the only thing that defines who you are. Words are just as powerful as action. They can aspire action in others, can't they?
She couldn't tell exactly where the words came from. What mattered was that they reached her. They arrived and kneeled next to her bed.
In order to understand what happened, we'll use words in the way that they exist: as drawers of distinction between ideas.
The best advice anyone has ever given me, was to never take advice from anyone.
One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.
