Language Words Quotes

Language Words Quote of the day

The most terrifying words in the English language are: I'm from the government and I'm here to help.

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons.

Words are to be taken seriously. I try to take seriously acts of language. Words set things in motion. I've seen them doing it. Words set up atmospheres, electrical fields, charges.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.

Learning another language is not only learning different words for the same things, but learning another way to think about things.

Words are a form of action, capable of influencing change.

As a hawk flieth not high with one wing, even so a man reacheth not to excellence with one tongue.

Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

We have too many high-sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

There is no surer or more illuminating way of reading a man's character, and perhaps a little of his past history, than by observing the contexts in which he prefers to use certain words.

Translation is the art of failure.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.

Speak properly, and in as few words as you can, but always plainly; for the end of speech is not ostentation, but to be understood.

To experience sublime natural beauty is to confront the total inadequacy of language to describe what you see. Words cannot convey the scale of a view that is so stunning it is felt.

Don't, Sir, accustom yourself to use big words for little matters.

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.

Words, too, have genuine substance -- mass and weight and specific gravity.

Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure The bastion of sensation. Do not waver Into language. Do not waver in it.

Nonverbal communication forms a social language that is in many ways richer and more fundamental than our words.

A man reacheth not to excellence with one language.

Writing cannot express all words, words cannot encompass all ideas.

I find it ridiculous to assign a gender to an inanimate object incapable of disrobing and making an occasional fool of itself.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

I can feel the power of the words doing the work. Must trust language more.

Words themselves are all the ghosts we need.

Words themselves are neutral. It's the charge we add to them that matters

In the Trump language, words change their meaning day by day depending on his own political needs.

You cannot write in more than one language. Words don't come out as well.

Language is insight itself.

We're living in a teetering tower of babble. A shaky reality of words. A DNA soup for disaster. The natural world destroyed, we're left with this cluttered world of language.

Prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated hen-house.

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

We're not outside the world... We are the world. We're its language. So we live and it lives. You see? If we don't say the words, what is their in our world?

Just remember, when someone has an accent, it means that he knows one more language than you do.

Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever educated.

The thing he said aloud did not succeed.

Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables.("The Man Whom The Trees Loved")

I looked up fairness in the dictionary and it was not there.