Covalent Bonds

I write more with the words I leave out.

If people want to be better writers, they can’t just read the blogs! You’ve got to look at something that’s outside this rushing world of evanescent words.

I’m drawn to almost any piece of writing with the words ‘divine love’ and ‘impeachment’ in the first sentence. But I know the word ‘divine’ makes many progressive people run screaming for their cute little...

It was words and reading that had made me quiet, and being quiet had made me a mark.

I don’t know what to say when I have a crush on somebody. I kind of lose my words. I really try to start a conversation, and I can’t. It’s horrible.

:Paintings are easy to see,” he said after a moment. “Open, presented flat to the eye. Words are not easy. Words have to be discovered, deep in their pages, deciphered, translated, read. Words are symbols...

I write. This is what I do. My job is to sit down with my vocabulary, select words, and decide what order they should be placed in an attempt to keep someone’s attention and perhaps...

The words with which a child’s heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

I am telling you what I know—words have music and if you are a musician you will write to hear them.

ahthOOn SSyng!” I said. “That’s farewell.””It sounds evil.””It is,” I answered, and we parted.

how many times have I told you…

Talk is cheap when your words have no value.

If words don’t have vibration behind them, and a real feeling behind them, then they’re just words.

How it is that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world...

Where words lose their meaning, people lose their lives.

How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?

A writer creates wings of words and lets them fly in the sky of readers’ minds.

Our words were a shaky ladder; all I could do was climb, uncertain if I was about to surmount a glorious peak or fall and smash myself on the rocks below.

Instead of reciting her an original love poem using words, I think I’ll use my tongue to more creatively explore the deepest parts of her.

When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea...

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

But suppose it was truth double strong, it were no truth to me if I couldna take it in. I daresay there’s truth in yon Latin book on your shelves; but it’s gibberish and no...

Your words, your thoughts, your imagination: powerful tools. Remember that and use them wisely.

TV – a clever contraction derived from the words Terrible Vaudeville. However, it is our latest medium – we call it a medium because nothing’s well done.

Have your dream…What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)

Emphasis on the common emotive or affective origins of music and words in the first cries of humankind undermines words.

Women’s Tongues are as sharp as two-edged Swords, and wound as much, when they are anger’d.

That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific–chair, eye, stone–but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn’t include all the meanings. In...

One of my little girls is named Reagan. Her first words were, ‘Mr. Larry, tear down this crib.’ That was her first words, it was very sweet. My first words were, ‘Are you going to...

The right words to express oneself can never be found in any dictionary.

Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night...

It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on...

. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolvingwithin the trees—then, fleeting words of consolationwould not suffice if feigned, and flippant wordsconfessed reluctance—our wordswere meaningless uttered on the wind. . .

Look, words are like the air: they belong to everybody. Words are not the problem; it’s the tone, the context, where those words are aimed, and in whose company they are uttered. Of course murderers...

Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.

Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious

Words are things. You must be careful, careful about calling people out of their names, using racial pejoratives and sexual pejoratives and all that ignorance. Don’t do that. Some day we’ll be able to measure...

Performance art is about joy, about making something that’s so full of kind of a wild joy that you really can’t put into words.

always tell the truth and you’ll never have to remember your words.

The urge to convert experience into a group of words that are in a grammatical relation to one another is the most basic, ongoing impulse of my life.

I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me …

…being with you was so easy and natural – there was no strain – I never had to guard my words…

If you observe the pace of my breaths, you won’t need to listen to my words.

There is a weird power in a spoken word.

Las palabras nunca desaparecen, sino que hacen eco para la eternidad. Deja que tu eco suene dulce.

Does it matter that people and thingsHave words,Have names?If not,Why read any book?A litany of useless lettersDetached from bone, muscle.Or are words the only things that make the muscle, bone, memory, movement,PersonReal?

Words are nets through which all truth escapes(“News From The World”)

What are the thorns really telling her? It’s why she won’t let us see them, why she clings to them–or they cling to her–as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she...