This statement is appropriate, but words are not enough,

When you draw, you copy the world don’t you? You remake it on paper, but it isn’t the same. It’s yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems,...

Words are Hamlet’s constant companions, his weapons, and his defenses. …And yet, words also serve as Hamlet’s prison. He analyzes and examines every nuance of his situation until he has exhausted every angle. They cause...

I see all of us reading ourselves away from ourselves, straining in circles of light to find more light until the line of words becomes a trail of crumbs that we follow across a page...

The words ran away with me.

There’s nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in a book you’ve read...

Dads. Do your faces light up when you first see your child in the morning or when you come home from work? Do you not understand that a child’s entire sense of value can revolve...

Talk is cheap when your words are of no value

Słowami też można dotykać. Nawet czulej niż dłońmi.

But in the name of all that is holy, Mosca, of all the people you could have taken up with, why Eponymous Clent?” murmured Kohlrabi.Because I’d been hording words for years, buying them from peddlers...

When I write a song, it’s all about the riff – the riff first, then the words come later.

And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.And sometimes I tell a story. Because Promethea asks me for a bowl of words before she goes to sleep.

When our thoughts, our words, and our deeds are for happiness then we are happy.

As an actor, you’re pretty much a hired gun. You are reading other people’s words off of a page and doing what they want you to do.

Don’t lift my words without permission. It might lead to a hernia.

The book exists for us perchance which will explain our miracles and reveal new ones. The at present unutterable things we may find somewhere uttered. These same questions that disturb and puzzle and confound us...

Then give your words to Bran too.

Just give me a thousand words and you may make your own pictures.

If you believe what you say, words become reality.

I love writing, and the feeling it brings me can’t be described by words. So here are a few grunting noises that capture my mood when I write: ugh, eek, umph, and ahh!

People usually complain that music is so ambiguous, and what they are supposed to think when they hear it is so unclear, while words are understood by everyone. But for me it is exactly the...

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

He taught me that language was rubbery, plastic. It wasn’t, as I thought, something you just use, but something you can play with. Words were made up of little bits that could be shuffled, turned...

The tree was so old, and stood there so alone, that his childish heart had been filled with compassion; if no one else on the farm gave it a thought, he would at least do...

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

The Temperature is RisingThe heartbeat quickens my breath is controlled,my senses are illuminated like a mother to her young. This feeling I have I’ve know it before, when the gates are opened I’ll remember the...

Spiritual activity, education, civilization, culture, the idea are all vague, indefinite concepts, under the banner of which it is quite convenient to use words that have a still less clear meaning and therefore can easily...

From her dubious tone alone, I could see how Karin had no idea how terrifying words spoken quietly could be. How words chosen precisely to wreak maximum damage ticked like a bomb in your head,...

Your creativity before it gets formed into words and songs is the actual substance. No one else can see it, right? Unless you give it the shape of a song or a painting or whatever.

Cordelia loved his explanations. She loved knowing words that belonged to things she’d never seen, even to things you couldn’t see at all. She remembered those words carefully. “Magic,” George had said, “is something unnatural,...

The novelist’s happy discovery was to think of substituting for those opaque sections, impenetrable by the human spirit, their equivalent in immaterial sections, things, that is, which the spirit can assimilate to itself. After which...

There is something talismanic about familiar words.

By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history, we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well. This is to me is a miracle.

It was language I loved, not meaning. I liked poetry better when I wasn’t sure what it meant. Eliot has said that the meaning of the poem is provided to keep the mind busy while...

Tidak selamanya kata kata indah itu benar, dan kata kata menyakitkan itu salah, jadi pahami dan mengertilah.

Instead of the calendrical terms Monday, Tuesday and so forth, we cheerfully offer the following surrogates. Use them freely and often, for their use honors us all. For Sunday, please use Sunshine. For Monday. pleasy...

But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she’d promised. She remembered that it wasn’t enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out...

…is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you – to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?…

Remembrance is acknowledging that a life was lived …My father finally wrote out his memories for a reason. I took on a year of reading books for a reason. Because words are witness to life:...

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.

People have always said – those words, ‘too conservative,’ is fairly relative. I’m sure that they probably said that about Thomas Jefferson and George Washington and Benjamin Franklin.

It is strange to hear my wordsRead back to me.I don’t think I wrote themTo have them ever leave the page.I think I only writeWhat happens across my brainWhen my feet are too weary To...

Have you ever wondered What happens to all the poems people write?The poems they neverlet anyone else read?Perhaps they are Too private and personalPerhaps they are just not good enough.Perhaps the prospect of such a...

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

For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels, and not the words of one who kneels.

You may be assured that we won’t ever let your words die. Like the words of our Master, Jesus Christ, they will live in our minds and our hearts and in the souls of black...

Never comment on a woman’s rear end. Never use the words ‘large’ or ‘size’ with ‘rear end.’ Never. Avoid the area altogether. Trust me.

Even in societies where words are often strictly controlled, messages diverse never die. Resembling seeds scattered here and there, they find all manner of cracks and crevices to root.

Sometimes words are harder than blows.

I paid the taxi driver, got out with my suitcase, surveyed my surroundings, and just as I was turning to ask the driver something or get back into the taxi and return forthwith to Chillán...