Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

It sounds trite, but only because words make everything true sound trite. Because words always screw up what you’re trying to say.

Love isn’t in a hurry like a flurry of flowery words on paper. It’s lush and slow to grow its aroma in the garden of time.

Words can be medicines; they can also be poisons. Words can heal; they can also kill… It all depends on how, when and where they are use and against whom! Let us not abuse our...

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

I always felt really alone because no one wanted to talk about the things that I enjoyed, and that was really rap music and hip-hop as a culture. You know, having the shoes, using the...

Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem.

Words create feelings. So be careful of the words that you occupy your mind with.

a bit of a dirty fighter, quick with cutting words that he later regrets and doesn’t really mean. Then again, I wonder if there isn’t always a grain of truth in them, somewhere

Because sometimes silence speaks much louder than words possibly could.

Words are beautiful but restricted. They’re very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over, the dark, the place where there’s nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply...

Words are all we’ve got. Besides, of course, actions. But you can’t print out and read actions. Actions also don’t carry ideas with the same ease as words.

He found himself in a room not unlike the shop. All books again, packed tight on shelves or laying in piles on every surface. It was a cozy room, for all that ; it smelled...

Sometimes he advertises himself assiduously, writing a few words and then rushing to the talk show to wave his flag.

we are destroyed or uplifted by what they hear instantly or cumulatively

While those words may be reassuring, ultimately we need more than words.

That night two lovers whispering under the lead canopy of the church were killed by their own passion. Their effusion of words, unable to escape through the Saturnian discipline of lead, so filled the spaces...

Words, like people, hate to be the slaves of ideas

(Richardson) stepped up tonight and I can’t put into words what she does. If every team had a kid like that, they would be much better and if it wasn’t for Andrea Richardson we wouldn’t...

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.

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.

I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

Words are free, action is not.

No days, perhaps, of all our childhood are ever so fully lived are those that we had regarded as not being lived at all: days spent wholly with a favourite book.

A book is more than a verbal structure or series of verbal structures; it is the dialogue it establishes with its reader and the intonation it imposes upon his voice and the changing and durable...

it’s doesn’t matter how long you spend the time writing words , the only thing that matter , is for how long your words will have an influence on their reader .

I wish many things, but I wish I had been able to tell you that I love you, in so many more ways than that word can convey in Alben.

The more I did it―the more it owned me. It made things matter. It put a spine into my spineless life and that spine spread, into backbone, ribs, collarbone, neck held high.It was something. Don’t...

For a moment, I debated whether I should tell someone about the words I’d started writing down, but I couldn’t. In a way, I felt ashamed, even though my writing was the one thing that...

…I need you to be a listener – you need me to hang word on. We’re friends because neither has discovered a limit where the other ends…

You have to have a plot too, you know? Because without it, your life is less of a story and more of an empty paper.

I often feel an aversion, even disgust at the same words written and spoken over and over – at the same expressions, phrases, and metaphors repeated. And the worst is, when I listen to myself...

Three carefully stringed words are worth more than a book of gibberish. It’s not the word count but the impact of those words that counts.

When you write songs, you can’t really point out the exact thing you’re inspired by. It’s more a state or a mood or an atmosphere that you’re trying to put into words.

My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.

Eleanor let his words hit her full on.

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

But I’ll tell you more about that later… or maybe I won’t, because some wounds just don’t heal even if you talk them out. On the contrary, the more you dress them up in words,...

Silent words are heard through eyes.

Your words crossed a threshold,And entered the past,Yet they have created,A word that will last.

Perhaps reading and writing books is one of the last defences human dignity has left, because in the end they remind us of what God once reminded us before He too evaporated in this age...

Sometimes you’re drowning yourself in your own words.

This record makes me feel so happy!’ Wonderful! Words are delightful little gifts we exchange like the Easter eggs we paint and hide for others to find and enjoy. I’d forgotten that, but you reminded...

I won’t ever tell someone to never hold on for what might be gone; because if they don’t see it for themselves, my words will be just words.

Words cannot do justice to the pleasures of a good bookshop. Ironically.(Waterstones Trafalgar Square)

words, you see,” he said, looking at me again, “allow us to make permanent what is essentially transient.Turn a world filled with injustice and hurt into a place that is beautiful and lyrical.

Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.

Words! What power they hold. Once they have rooted in your psyche, it is difficult to escape them. Words can shape the future of a child and destroy the existence of an adult.Words are powerful....

I appricated that Nell was talking to me like a grown-up, but I had no idea what she meant. Still, I could see that the words flowed together like water over a riverbed.

We all have a place within us, that would like to rewrite the way our life was written out for us….That’s why people want to become authors.