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.

As individuals, great writers from Villon to Diderot to Voltaire toRousseau to Byron or Shelley have often shown themselves to beirresponsible, selfish, mean or sometimes even cowardly people. Their lives were drab or self destructive...

Can you hold a red-hot iron rod in your hand merely because some one wants you to do so? Then, will it be right on your part to ask others to do the same thing...

En la memoria de Polonio la palabra nadien se había clavado, insólita, singular, como si fuese la suma de un número infinito de significaciones. Nadien, este plural triste. De nadie era la culpa, del destino,...

Ketika semua kata kata sudah tidak berarti untuk seseorang, biarkanlah waktu yang akan mengartikan semua kata kata itu.

There is indeed power in words. Most of the lasting change that has been forged in the history of this world came not from a wielding of the swift and bloody sword of battle but...

You couldn’t leave words lying around where our enemies might find them.

…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...

Human behavior in the midst of hardship caught my attention very early on, and my first stories were all pictures, no words.

A picture can tell a thousand words,but a few words can change it’s story.

Books are like imprisoned souls till someone takes them down from a shelf and frees them.

Let’s have some new cliches.

Initial reports are encouraging. In the end of the day, it’s going to be deeds, not words, that matter.

Words have weight.

Speak it into existence and your words, through your desires, will bring it into fruition.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

With words at your disposal, you can see more clearly. Finding the words is another step in learning to see.

The point I am trying to make is that words are a mysterious, ambiguous, ambivalent, and perfidious phenomenon. They can be rays of light in a realm of darkness. . . . They can equally...

Sometimes words do fly in the sky but when words do fly in the sky, there are no keyboards to type.

…speak to me as to thy thinkingAs thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughtsThe worst of words…

Keep my word’ is such a strange expression. At first glance, it just means ‘Be true to what you agreed on. But it could also mean, ‘Hold your words back.’ Keep them in. Let your...

what people said was what they wanted him to hear. He paid a lot of attention to the spaces outside the words, though. That’s where the things were that they hoped he didn’t know and...

I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels – none if she remains at home.

I love introverts. They don’t waste words. Excessive extroverts can be very wasteful. I don’t trust them in any kind of intricate or delicate matter.

She says: …love is really all that matters. He hears: …really love to do it on the mattress.

There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

If we ask a vague question, such as, ‘What is poetry?’ we expect a vague answer, such as, ‘Poetry is the music of words,’ or ‘Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.’