…why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain …that’s why …

They can be like the sun, words.They can do for the heart what light can for a field.

Not in books only, nor yet in oral discourse, but often also in words there are boundless stores of moral and historic truth, and no less of passion and imagination laid up, from which lessons...

Four-letter words have always offended me. I cringe at hearing them. Can’t, don’t, and won’t are the worst.

She said, ‘It is filled with all the words for how I want you.

So this is what I amPondering his eyes that could notConceive that I was a creature to run fromI who have always believed too much in words

Not enough youths fighting windmills. And the old are fearful, jaded or dead. Do not ask me what to do. I am just as cowardly as you. And do not tell me it is enough...

But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or...

It is convenient to distinguish the two kinds of experience which have thus been described, the experienc-ing and the experienc-ed, by technical words.

It was the look on her face when she said it. And how much she meant it. It suddenly made everything seem like it really was. I felt terrible. Just terrible.

Men command fewer words than they have ideas to express, and language, as Jean Paul said, is a dictionary of faded metaphors.

We open our mouths and out flow words whose ancestries we do not even know. We are walking lexicons. In a single sentence of idle chatter we preserve Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Norse; we carry a museum...

Crash studied her. Sometimes he seemed to understand her silence better than her words.

He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed: there are no words to tell that which He is. He is without form, without quality, without decay.

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.

Silence is most meaningful.

What words cannot convey … the mind can read.

I’d always admired writers. I’d always loved words on a page. Somehow, words seemed to bypass image and get straight to the heart of things. Somehow, words seemed big enough to contain pain, and sentences...

I don’t think I have the words to describe what that city is going to be like if we’re able to pull that off.

The beauty of this idea is that my decision to keep Peeta alive at the expense of my own life is itself an act of defiance. A refusal to play the Hunger Games by the...

For Hood’s sake,’ the foreigner muttered. ‘What’s wrong with words?’ ‘With words,’ said Redmask, turning away, ‘meanings change.’ ‘Well,’ Anaster Toc said, following as Redmask made his way back to his army’s camp,.. ‘that is...

The four most dangerous words to accomplishing your dreams are: “I’ll do it later.”

Books are like friends to me. Words come alive on the page.

The vocabulary of endearment, complaint, and abuse, provides, I think, almost the only specimens of words that are purely emotional, words from which all imaginative or conceptual content has vanished, so that they have no...

Joy lurks in every mundane thing, just waiting to be found. Love is impervious to reason. And words are wonderful.

Words are man’s first and most grandiose invention. With language he created a whole new universe;

I can feel the power of the words doing the work. Must trust language more.

[Alda concluded by invoking the words with which Jennings had closed his final broadcast in April, when he informed viewers of his illness.] Dear friend, … Thanks. And good night.

I walk alone, absorbed in my fantastic play, — Fencing with rhymes, which, parrying nimbly, back away; Tripping on words, as on rough paving in the street, Or bumping into verses I long had dreamed...

I can’t put it into words. Somebody told me they were playing, `It’s a Small World’ when I was walking off. I didn’t even hear it. All I heard was how loud the crowd was...

Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away.

The night before, I’d gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it’s true that I was hoping that in them he’d see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

I write short, my words tight to the thread of the narrative.

Personally, I don’t choose any particular religion or symbol or group of words or teachings to define me. That’s between me and the most high. You know, my higher self. The Creator.

most ridiculous thing they ever could have done”? Do you really believe that your child is an idiot? Because she now does. Think about that. Because you said it, she now believes it. Bravo.

All I know is, I don’t do a lot of analysis. I know those words have to move me. I rely on the author. I don’t want actors reasoning with me about ‘motivation’ and all...

When you are writing laws you are testing words to find their utmost power. Like spells, they have to make things happen in the real world, and like spells, they only work if people believe...

Novel writing is World Building & Word Weaving (Neil Postman’s terms).

Never let the words of discouragement from others sway you away from reaching far with your dreams.

You prove to people that you don’t pay attention to their words when they see that you don’t remember what they tell you earlier.

It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as to my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood...

With Dick Smith there, and the words of Peter Shaffer… they’ve got to be the most beautiful descriptions in music ever written on film or in literature. And we could hear the music accompanying the...

When old people speak it is not because of the sweetness of words in our mouths; it is because we see something which you do not see.

How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

But words in a book were one thing. The true test came in battle.

Dad.” (By the way, Bob is NOT my dad).

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,Student of our sweet English tongue,Read out my words at night, alone:I was a poet, I was young.Since I can never see your face,And never shake you by the hand,I send...

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