No Words Quotes
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.
I find I need to put things into words before I can believe that they are entirely real.
I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.
I’d tell you what happened, but I can’t remember all of it. And I don't wanna put words in my dreams thoughts.
Those extra letters dangling at the ends of words are the genitalia of grammar.
Like so many colours, like so many flavours, like so many fragrance, English grammar should be a personal choice.
Words were only an approximation of meaning. The meaning escaped between the words, dissolved, disappeared, like fog fading away between iron bars.
Sometimes words do fly in the sky but when words do fly in the sky, there are no keyboards to type.
But words mattered, more so in Newark than many other places. In a world where income and possessions were limited, words represented dignity, pride, self-worth.
Women's Tongues are as sharp as two-edged Swords, and wound as much, when they are anger'd.
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.
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.
For myself, I favored the abstract. I collected not just obsolete terms and words, but ideas.
My words are not a form of free advice. They are born through my journey called life!
for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.
what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.
ahthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell.""It sounds evil.""It is, " I answered, and we parted.
Are you one of those people who uses words more for the sound than for the sense of them?
Your efforts extend like ripples on the ocean, much further than you know.
Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.
The only words free of suspicious motives will be the ones I find in books.
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 way to change the world is to quit thinking it's a job for Superman. Real power lies in your own hands.
wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.
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.
