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I believe writing is a gift God gave us to share His thoughts poured out upon us! Writing is a talent needing care and comfort
—  open up and let the Lord inspire you!
A word and everything is saved.A word and all is lost.
— André Breton
Never go on a date unarmed.” Words of wisdom from my father. Well, my foster father. I was an orphan, of course. The best kings always are.
— Brandon Sanderson, Perfect State
Begin to write, your heart will flow with sacred words.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
…he didn’t needs words or even want them because he knew how they could lie, could heat your blood and disappear.
— Toni Morrison, Jazz
No man ever puts down what he intended to say... words... are but crude hieroglyphs chiseled in pain and sorrow to commemorate an event which is untransmissible.
— Henry Miller, Sexus
Zoe let the poetry flow over her, like shadows on water, sunlight against stone: timeworn words shaped like stars, like shells, like the ruins of lost temples, soft as the breaths of mystics.
— Christine Brodien-Jones, The Glass Puzzle
Suit the action to the word, theWord to the action.
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet
It has always been my custom to treat words with respect. I can recall the time...when I knew words would be my life's work
— Margaret Edson
Iron turns red when it corrodes, and copper turns green. Meat turns to maggots, and thoughts turn to speech.
— Stepan Chapman, The Troika
Words fly like stones into clouds and accelerate....
— Jay Woodman
Professor Morgan had called [Dooley] 'a lad of few words.' That wasn't true. There were words spilling around in him all the time. Too many words. His problem was organizing them.
— Jan Karon
She liked the way the words sounded. She imagined them floating above her in a comic-strip bubble
— Kate DiCamillo, Flora and Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures
Everything we say or don't say makes an imprint on our child's heart.
— Patty Houser
Let thy words be few. I agree, but only if my ink can relentlessly run.
— Delano Johnson, Rare Images of Love
She might be a natural-born cynic, but she knew the right word when she heard it.
— Kate DiCamillo
The boy was twelve, reveling in the strange dust-smelling murk of a New Orleans library, watching motes flash gold in a beam of sun. He loved the ceiling lights on chains and the table lamps with their green glass shades. The room was as beautiful as another world.
— Marly Youmans, Maze of Blood
I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I’ve always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside.
— Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine
It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case is always the wrong size to fit in the template called language.
— Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
If a separate personal Paradise exists for each of us, mine must be irreparably planted with trees of words which the wind silvers like poplars, by people who see their confiscated justice given back, and by birds that even in the midst of truth of death insist on singing in Greek and saying eros, eros, eros.
— Odysseus Elytis
Words are just words,Who they come from gives them Relevance,And this Relevance gives them the Power to Hurt you.Make those who Hurt you Irrelevant.
— Drishti Bablani
Words matter. All semester, we were looking for the words to say what we needed to say. We were all looking for our voice.
— Meg Wolitzer, Belzhar
There, you see," said the carpenter. "And now may I give the little lady a piece of advice? She has learned to use her eyes well. She can tell the babies apart better than anyone else. But she must still learn to tell the truth from gossip. Words are like the nails I use to build my houses. You can either hammer them straight or crooked. It all depends on the sort of house you are trying to build.
— Charles Tritten, Heidi's Children
...people would tell you much more than you expected to if you were generically presentable and left silence next to them like a friendly stranger; it was like they were waiting for some friendly silence so they could fill it with words; and words were useful, words were hints and intimations, words were fingers pointed in certain directions, if you listened carefully..
— Brian  Doyle, The Plover
When she thought of the letter beit, it was not of the thickness of lines or the exactitude of spaces. It was of mysteries: the number two, the dual; the house, the house of God on earth. 'They will build me a temple and I will dwell in them.' In them, not in it. He would dwell within her. She would be the house of God. The house of transcendence. Just a single, tiny letter, and in it, such a path to joy.
— Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
Words said can never be recalled. So it is best, oftimes, not to speak too quickly. Yet words left unsaid are worse. We wear them like weights around our hearts.
— Ann Rinaldi, Wolf by the Ears
She liked the words
—  they satisfied her famine for phrases.
He claimed he had read the book so many times that the words had fallen out of it and the pages were all blank so he had to read the book to put the words back in or the book would be forlorn and naked.
— Brian  Doyle, The Plover
Words are the most powerful forces in the Universe.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
I reserve the right to not to be addressed...at all
—  my thoughts should not be interrupted with your words.
Cristofer did not write because he feared forgetting something. He never forgot anything, even when he reached old age. For Cristofer, the written word seemed to regulate the world. Stop its fluctuations. Prevent notions from eroding. This is why Cristofer's sphere of interest was so broad. According to the writer's thinking, that sphere should correspond to the world's breadth. Cristofer usually left his writings in the places where he had made them: on the bench, on the stove, on the woodpile. He did not pick them up when the fell to the floor: he vaguely anticipated their discovery, much later, in a cultural stratum. Cristofer understood that the written word would always remain that way. No matter what happened later, once it had been written, the word had already occurred.
— Evgenij Vodolazkin
Having all these lies so that you could feel special. It’s time to let go of fantasy and imagined problems. It’s time to embrace the crude and harsh truths.That the existents, the discourses, the frameworks, your words, your meanings, and your definitions, all begin to fade, away, again
— Camilo Garzon, Entombed: A proem in five stages
There's a reason my only friends are written words
— Victoria Aveyard
Who cares what a writer looks like as long as their words are beautiful?
— Holly Bourne, The Manifesto on How to be Interesting
Should is my all time least favorite word. It’s this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up others and ourselves.
— Frank Beddor
These words are all I have so I write them- I need them just to get by.
— Fall Out Boy
I’m addicted to words. The only way to get my fix is to write and read.
— K.D. Green
I write these words to touch you,My love, In places my hands can only dream of.
— Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
O, let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast;Who plead for love, and look for recompense,More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
— William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
To his shock, as Saarang turned the first page, the words slowly transformed into small cylinders, except for one-letter words which preferred being spheres, and started rolling toward the vertical edges of the book.
— Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy
Be careful what you say for you can never take back the poison you threw
— Joyce Guo
Each step I take is one I can never get back each thing I do is forever in history each word a person say is forever imprinted in one's memory so be careful of your words or action. For it maybe your last
— Joyce Guo
The room was filled with smoke, dry worn-out smoke retaining in it like a web the insectile cadavers of dry husks of words which had been spoken and should be gone, the breaths exhaled not to be breathed again. But the words went on, and in those brief interruptions between cigarettes the exhalations were rebreathed.
— William Gaddis, The Recognitions
Thoughts can be easily expressed by words but feeling are very hard to express with words.
— Luffina Lourduraj
There are days when everything I see seems to me charged with meaning: messages it would be difficult for me to communicate to others, define, translate into words, but which for this very reason appear to me decisive. They are announcements or presages that concern me and the world at once: for my part, not only the external events of my existence but also what happens inside, in the depths of me; and for the world, not some particular event but the general way of being of all things.
— Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
A word drops into the mistlike a child's ball into high grasswhere it remains seductivelyflashing and glinting untilthe gold bursts are revealed to besimply field buttercups.Word/mist, word/mist: thus it was with me.
— Louise Glück, Faithful and Virtuous Night
Perhaps I have misjudged you, Christopher,” Erienne commented as he whirled her about in a wide sweep of the ballroom. “How so, my love?” He searched her face for some hint of her meaning. “You watch over me as closely as Stuart,” she stated and grew thoughtful. “Perhaps more so.” “I have not given up hope that you will someday become mine, madam, and I choose to safeguard against those who would take you from me.” “What of Stuart?” She raised a lovely brow as she awaited his answer. It was a long moment before he gave a reply. “In the ways of love, I do not consider Stuart as much a threat as an inconvenience.” “An inconvenience?” she queried. “I shall have to deal with him in time, and that will be the difficult part. I cannot dismiss the man without rousing your hatred again. ’Tis a most perplexing problem.” “You amaze me, Christopher.” Erienne shook her head, somewhat shocked by his casual disregard of her husband. “You truly amaze me.” “The feeling is mutual, my love.” His voice came as a soft caress and sent an eddy of sensations spiraling down through the core of her being.-Erienne & Christopher
— Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, A Rose in Winter
Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away.
— Anaxagoras
Words are whips in the wind traveling between lovers.
— Faith Tilley Johnson
The names of minerals and the minerals themselves do not differ from each other, because at the bottom of both the material and the print is the beginning of an abysmal number of fissures. Words and rocks contain a language that follows a syntax of splits and ruptures. Look at any word long enough and you will see it open up into a series of faults, into a terrain of particles each containing its own void.
— Robert Smithson
Should is my all time least favorite word! It’s this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up others and ourselves.
— Frank Beddor
in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.
— Sanober  Khan
One word can turn into a book just as one poem should never be overlooked.
— Delano Johnson, Words That Changed the World
You don't need to kill with a sword, the tongue can do equally a better job and police will not knock on your door
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
Sometimes we don't get second chances. Sometimes things just end.
— Colleen Hoover, Confess
Yes, and words are not deeds, Solanka allowed, moving off fretfully. Though words can become deeds. If said in the right place and at the right time, they can move mountains and change the world. Also, uh-huh, not knowing what you're doing - separating deeds from the words that define them - was apparently becoming an acceptable excuse. To say "I didn't mean it" was to erase meaning from your misdeeds, at least in the opinion of the Beloved ALis of the world. Could that be so? Obviously, no. No, it simply could not. Many people would say that even a genuine act of repentance could not atone for a crime, much less this unexplained blankness - an infinitely lesser excuse, a mere assertion of ignorance that wouldn't even register on any scale of regret.
— Salman Rushdie
Aisling tumbled out, his gold eyes going wild about the room to take in all of them. His beak clicked as he worked it in silence. Then, as the breaking of ice may bring a cascade of water from winter’s falls, the griffin’s voice—no longer that small shrill copy of Taryn’s, but his own true voice—poured plaintively from him. “Mom!”Taryn jerked around, her mouth dropping open.Aisling bounded toward her and she swept him up into a tight embrace. He clutched at her shoulders with his talons, burying his head under her chin, and cried, “Mom! Yoo…rrrrr…oh…kay!”“Great gods,” Antilles heard himself say and he shot Tonka a startled glance. “He cannot be speaking?!”The horseman merely smiled. “And why not?” he murmured, resettling himself on his padded bolster. “For has he not been a miracle from the very first?”“You’re talking,” Taryn cried, true delight painting itself over the grief that had seemed to mask her since the dawning of this terrible day. She was radiant once more, burning with a joy and a healing light all its own as she hugged her griffin close. “Oh, my fierce prince! My big boy!”“Yoo…rrrr…Ai-sing,” whispered the griffin. His raptor’s eyes flicked to Antilles and his naked wings fluttered. “Tilly. Yoo…rrrr…sun-shy?”Taryn giggled, her face pressed to fur.“Aye, lad,” Antilles said, tossing his broken horn. “My sun and my moon and all my starry skies.
— R. Lee Smith, The Wizard in the Woods
As he lay there, fragments of past states of emotion, fugitive felicities of thought and sensation, rose and floated on the surface of his thoughts. It was one of those moments when the accumulated impressions of life converge on heart and brain, elucidating, enlacing each other, in a mysterious confusion of beauty. He had had glimpses of such a state before, of such mergings of the personal with the general life that one felt one's self a mere wave on the wild stream of being, yet thrilled with a sharper sense of individuality than can be known within the mere bounds of the actual. But now he knew the sensation in its fulness, and with it came the releasing power of language. Words were flashing like brilliant birds through the boughs overhead; he had but to wave his magic wand to have them flutter down to him. Only they were so beautiful up there, weaving their fantastic flights against the blue, that it was pleasanter, for the moment, to watch them and let the wand lie.
— Edith Wharton, The Custom of the Country
Words are my weapons. They might kill or cure the readers, that’s out of my control.
— Ama H. Vanniarachchy
My friend Oscar is one of those princes without kingdom who wander around hoping you'll kiss them so they won't turn into frogs. He gets everything back to front and that's why I like him. People who think they get everything right do things wrong, and this, coming from a left-handed person, says it all. He looks at me and thinks I don't see him. he imagines I'll evaporate if he touches me and if he doesn't touch me, then he'll evaporate. He's got me on such a high pedestal he doesn't know how to get up there. He thinks my lips are door to paradise, but doesn't know they are poisoned. I am such a coward that I don't tell him so as not to lose him. I pretend I don't see him, and that I am, indeed, going to evaporate...My friend Oscar is one of those princes who would be well advised to stay away from fairy tales and the princesses who inhabit them. He doesn't know he's really Prince Charming who must kiss Sleeping Beauty in order to wake her from her eternal sleep, but that's because Oscar doesn't know that fairy tales are lies, although not all lies are fairy tales. Princes aren't charming, and sleeping beauties, however beautiful, never wake up from their sleep. He's the best friend I've ever had and if I ever come across Merlin, I'll thank him for having placed him in my path.
— -Marina  Carlos Ruiz Zafón
We poor tellers of tales have our moments too, it seems. Like great generals sitting upon horses upon the tops of hills and throwing troops into the arena, we throw the little soldier words into our battles.
— Sherwood Anderson, A Story Teller's Story
Gracious words nourish the soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
When you have the grace speak, declare sacred-utterances.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
A bad word triggers another in your opponent. Be ready to reap what you plant
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
Should’ is my all time least favoriteword! It’s this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up ourselves andothers.
— Frank Beddor
Should' is my all time least favoriteword! It’s this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up ourselves andothers.
— Frank Beddor
Should' is my all time least favorite word. It’s this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up others and ourselves.
— Frank Beddor
When words have vanished, when daily habits have extinguished emotional exchange, only killing silence remains and indifference takes over. ( "Words had disappeared" )
— Erik Pevernagie
Words have less substance than air. Don't tell me about your zealous dreams, your firm convictions, your profound love―show me.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
It’s weird how much things can change in only a few minutes. With those three words, “I don’t remember,” our entire futures were changed. Not just for me and Brooklyn, but for the little girl, and Denver, and Jenna and Blaze and – darn, I’m getting ahead of myself again. So much for trying to be dramatic.
— C.B. Cook, Twinepathy
The weight of your words is more important than the volume of your voice!
— Manprit Kaur
There’s a word for the first blush of youthful love free of desire. For longing to be with someone so much you would rather throw yourself to the tides than be without them. For the stale but steady relationship between faithful members of an arranged marriage. For how to feel about someone you thought was everything but ended up never feeling the same way about you. For the poison left over when you love someone and it ends so badly you cannot release the feelings. For the love between a mother and her children, a father and his children, a grandmother and her progeny, the love between two dear friends, the love that is the first building block of a lifelong affair. There’s even a word for a love so devastating nothing before or after is ever seen the same.
— Kiersten White, Illusions of Fate
Anything you say at this point cannot be trusted. You know I am well and truly angry, so you are in the grip of fear. This means I cannot trust any word you say, as it comes from fear. You are clever, and charming, and a liar. I know you can bend the world with your words. So I will not listen.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
The truth of a myth, your Honor, is not its words but its patterns.
— David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
Silly words, silly words, silly awful hurting words.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Is not most talkingA crazed defense of a crumbling fort?I thought we came hereTo surrender in Silence.
I am surprised to see how much I have written; with stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down. But words are very inadequate – anyway, my words are.
— Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle
Keep this in mind: it is our religion to praise life. The word "life” is the king of words. The king­word surrounded by other grand words. The word "adventure”! The word "future”! And the word "hope”! By the way, do you know the code name for the atomic bomb they dropped on Hiroshima? "Little Boy”! That's a genius, the fellow who invented that code! They couldn't have dreamed up a better one. Little boy, kid, tyke, tot - there's no word that's more tender, more touching, more loaded with future.
— Milan Kundera, Identity
...why, when people write words do they capitalize “I”? Why not capitalize “You” too? For You are as important as I am. It’s hard for me to understand the human ways.
— Kate McGahan, JACK McAFGHAN: Reflections on Life with my Master
I like playing around with the words
—  I love it when I feel like I've picked the exact right word to describe whatever it is I'm trying to describe.
Words that should cross your lips with ease: thank you, love you, sorry, please.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Words, he knew, could scar.
— Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls
Let your life speak volumes holding your words accountable, lest you become just a talking head.
— Sanjo Jendayi
Its better to Convince by words rather than your Hands. We should not degrade our Standard for others. - Merlin Thomas
— merlin8thomas
Words are seeds
—  you are what you've heard
When I try to achieve greatness, it spits on me the night before.
— Monroe Ariel, Her OutSpoken Lips: Part I & Part II
A picture may speak a thousand words, but still...
— KiuzZaxK
Write like you speak with the 'rhythms of human speech,' as William Zinsser said, and in as few words as possible. Use action verbs to carry water.
— Sandra E. Lamb
... but I could also write about love. How a hand can silence thousands of voices and how someone’s smell can make you feel at home even though you’re a million miles away fromhomeand have you ever hurt someone you love? Because you’re angry. Because you’re disappointed and sad and you just really wanted to love and be loved in returnbut life got in the way and you both said things that should never be said and you’re angry but don’t know how to. Because you still feel this strange love for him, but you’re also fucking angry and you want to hit him, but then hug him because hurting him is hurting yourself, and then hit him again because you’re angry! and so you fall on your knees because you’re hopeless to yourself and your own emotionsand that’s love, my friend.
— Charlotte Eriksson
But without a reader, a story is only half complete. It's like blueprints that never get built; like a swimming pool without water. The foundation's there, but it's useless. Without a reader, the words just sit on the page, waiting to come alive in someone's imagination.
— Jodi Picoult, Off the Page
Some words build houses in your throat. and they live there, content and on fire.
— Nayyirah Waheed
How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.
— Sanober  Khan
On the single strand of wire strung to bring our house electricity, grackles and starlings neatly punctuated an invisible sentence.
— John Updike
A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.
— Sanober  Khan
Freeing oneself from words is liberation.
— Bodhidharma
You may use a thousand words for a single lie, but the  truth has no twin.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
The word is only a representation of the meaning; even at its best, writing almost always falls short of full meaning. Given that, why in God's name would you want to make things words by choosing a word which is only cousin to the one you really wanted to use?
— Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
Today words curve around my vision,Stumbling from my parched coreTo soak again those strands of silence.
— Phen Weston
If you don’t stand sincere by your wordshow sincere can the people be?Take great care over words, treasure them.1.17
— Lao Tzu
Words that speak of things close at hand and carry far-reaching implications – those are the good words.
— Mencius, Mencius
Words that defy reality are ominous. And it’s ominous reality that confronts those who would obscure the wise and worthy.
— Mencius, Mencius
A picture may be worth a thousand words, but those well-arranged words are worth a multi-million-dollar motion picture.
— Richelle E. Goodrich
I am demonstrating to you how tasty I think words are. I’m having sex with words in front of you. I’m playing around with them. I’m getting off. I’m trying to titillate you. There’s this magical substance, language, that I’m laying out for you. Then you’re going to fondle it.
— Wayne Koestenbaum, Our Deep Gossip: Conversations with Gay Writers on Poetry and Desire
Without words meaning anything, we stop meaning anything. It's getting to the point where nobody means what they say or says what they really mean.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
There are words which close a conversation as with an iron door.
— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
With words one man can make another blessed, or drive him to despair; by words the teacher transfers his knowledge to the pupil; by words the speaker sweeps his audience with him and determines its judgments and decisions. Words call forth effects and are the universal means of influencing human beings.
— Sigmund Freud, Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis
You are a foreigner in an actual world, a human co-worker, a truth, a divine word, and a perfect mistake.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
The strange words rolled through his mind; rumbled, like talking thunder; like the drums at the summer dances, if the drums could have spoken; like the men singing the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that you cried.
— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World / Brave New World Revisited
Writing is life – it’s where my heart leads me each day, and how I understand the world we live in.
— Phen Weston
Poems are word paintings. Poetry doesn’t belong to time. That’s why often you feel as if poems are speaking directly to you.
— Salil Jha, Naked Soul: The Erotic Love Poems
As soon as I say the words, I know they were the right ones. My eyes dip down to Dad’s memorial plaque. Truth doesn’t lie in the heart of fortune… it’s under Triumph Towers, where the labs are.
— Beth Revis, The Body Electric
A scent of lavender cannot be put into words.
— Marty Rubin
Tree trunks are composed of layers of growth. Meaningful expressions are composed of layers of words. Say something meaningful.
— D'Andre Lampkin
When a language dies, so much more than words are lost. Language is the dwelling place of ideas that do not exist anywhere else. It is a prism through which to see the world. Tom says that even words as basic as numbers are imbued with layers of meaning. The numbers we use to count plants in the sweetgrass meadow also recall the Creation Story. Én:ska—one. This word invokes the fall of Skywoman from the world above. All alone, én:ska, she fell toward the earth. But she was not alone, for in her womb a second life was growing. Tékeni—there were two. Skywoman gave birth to a daughter, who bore twin sons and so then there were three— áhsen. Every time the Haudenosaunee count to three in their own language, they reaffirm their bond to Creation.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
Philosophers call this state of isolation and disconnection “species loneliness”—a deep, unnamed sadness stemming from estrangement from the rest of Creation, from the loss of relationship. As our human dominance of the world has grown, we have become more isolated, more lonely when we can no longer call out to our neighbors. It’s no wonder that naming was the first job the Creator gave Nanabozho.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
i done forgot all abt wordsaint got no definitions
— Ntozake Shange, for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf
You believe the sun will reappear after a stormy day, so why is it so hard to believe, you'll experience happiness after every heartache.
— Nikki Rowe
Swept away with the idea, he said it felt like an awakening to him. More like a remembering, I think. The animacy of the world is something we already know, but the language of animacy teeters on extinction—not just for Native peoples, but for everyone. Our toddlers speak of plants and animals as if they were people, extending to them self and intention and compassion—until we teach them not to. We quickly retrain them and make them forget. When we tell them that the tree is not a who, but an it, we make that maple an object; we put a barrier between us, absolving ourselves of moral responsibility and opening the door to exploitation.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
We Americans are reluctant to learn a foreign language of our own species, let alone another species. But imagine the possibilities. Imagine the access we would have to different perspectives, the things we might see through other eyes, the wisdom that surrounds us. We don’t have to figure out everything by ourselves: there are intelligences other than our own, teachers all around us. Imagine how much less lonely the world would be.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
My problem is I say what I'm thinking before I think what I'm saying.
— Laurence J. Peter
Names are the way we humans build relationship, not only with each other but with the living world.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer
He knew, while he spoke, that it was useless, because his words sounded as if they were hitting a vacuum. There was no such person as Mrs. Wayne Wilmot; there was only a shell containing the opinions of her friends, the picture postcards she had seen, the novels of country squires she had read; it was this that he had to address, this immateriality which could not hear him or answer, deaf and impersonal like a wad of cotton.
— Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
Roark spoke quietly. He was the only man in the room who felt certain of his own words.
— Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
The stories books tell transcend those of the characters inked upon their pages. A book discloses far more about the person who reads it.
— Kelseyleigh Reber, If I Resist
Love is a funny word. We use it so much that we seem to forget its meaning. We say we love objects, seasons, times of day, movies, TV shows, and everything. And we use this same word to describe people. We say we love our parents, our friends, our family. It's one of the most used words in the English language, but it remains special. Love is different like that. You can use it to talk about anything, but when you find that one person that you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, love is completely new. And saying, "I love you" becomes the best sound you could ever say or hear. Love grows and changes with us, it is just as alive as those who use it. So love as much as you want! Because love will always find a way to be new.
— H.W.
Your words say it to me... Your actions tell it to me.
— Steve Maraboli
Truly edifying words are words that reveal the character and the promises and the activity of God. They're cross-centered words. They're words rooted in and derived from Scripture, words that identify the active presence of God, and words that communicate the evidences of grace that you observe in others. They're words that flow from a humble heart.
— C.J. Mahaney, Humility: True Greatness
I wish, he thinks, spoken words could be captured and kept in a locket.
— David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
Science fiction" means different things to different people. "When I make a word do a lot of work like that," said Humpty Dumpty, "I always pay it extra"—in which case the term science fiction has piled up a lot of expensive overtime.
— Robert A. Heinlein
A bay is a noun only if water is dead. When bay is a noun, it is defined by humans, trapped between its shores and contained by the word. But the verb wiikwegamaa—to be a bay—releases the water from bondage and lets it live. “To be a bay” holds the wonder that, for this moment, the living water has decided to shelter itself between these shores, conversing with cedar roots and a flock of baby mergansers. Because it could do otherwise—become a stream or an ocean or a waterfall, and there are verbs for that, too. To be a hill, to be a sandy beach, to be a Saturday, all are possible verbs in a world where everything is alive. Water, land, and even a day, the language a mirror for seeing the animacy of the world, the life that pulses through all things, through pines and nuthatches and mushrooms. This is the language I hear in the woods; this is the language that lets us speak of what wells up all around us.[…]This is the grammar of animacy.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
The word ecology is derived from the Greek oikos, the word for home.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
In one sense the whole process of development consists of the formation of habits; for knowledge itself, and the powers of thought, as well as the higher elements in the will, all depend upon the establishment of fixed ways of reacting to given stimuli. Consequently, the general laws of habituation underlie the whole of education. But the term habit is more commonly restricted to those established reactions that act with little or no participation of consciousness, or, in other words, mechanically or automatically. Such habits as these begin to form very early, and constitute a kind of supporting framework for the higher elements of character.
— Edward O. Sisson, The Essentials of Character
Best man describes himself by remarkable actions, not by persuasive words.
— Bradley B. Dalina
words are a border collie’s worst nightmare.
— Thomas Lloyd Qualls, Love Jaywalks: Poems From The Novel Waking Up At Rembrandts
The more deeper you think, the more silent you become. You understand the reasons behind the reason. It may not necessarily mean you are short of words. You however know what ignorance can trigger and how to deal with ignorance and purpose. The timeliness of your word is surely on point.
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Writing's much more romantic when its pen and ink and paper. It's... More timeless. and worthwhile. Think about it. There are so many words gushing out into the universe these days. All digitally. All in Comic Sans or Times New Roman. Silly Websites. Stupid news stories digitally uploaded to a 24-hour channel. Where's all this writing going? Who's keeping a note of it all? Who's in charge of deciding what's worthwhile and what isn't? But back then... Back then, if someone wanted to write something they had to buy paper. Buy it! And ink. And a pen. And they couldn't waste too many sheets cos it was expensive. So when people wrote, they wrote because it was worthwhile... not just because they had some half-baked idea and they wanted to pointlessly prove their existence by sharing it on some bloody social networking site.
— Holly Bourne, The Manifesto on How to be Interesting
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.
— Alexei Maxim Russell, Trueman Bradley - The Next Great Detective
Patroclus,' he said. He was always better with words than I.
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
The past, the present, and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.
— Lex Martin, Dearest Clementine
The word is always a word for others. Words need to be heard. When we give words to what we are living, these words need to be received and responded to. A speaker needs a listener. A writer needs a reader.When the flesh – the lived human experience – becomes word, communitycan develop. When we say, 'Let me tell you what we saw. Come and listento what we did. Sit down and let me explain to you what happened to us.Wait until you hear whom we met,' we call people together and make ourlives into lives for others. The word brings us together and calls usinto community. When the flesh becomes word, our bodies become part ofa body of people.
— Henri J.M. Nouwen, Bread for the Journey: A Daybook of Wisdom and Faith
There is a vibrational effect in every action, just as there is vibration that rings from every letter in every word.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
But only a fool claims there is no such thing as love. When you see two young ones taring at each other with dewy eyes, there it is. So thick you can spread it on your brread and eat it. When you see a mother with her child, you see love. When you feel it roil in your belly, you know what it is. Even if you cannot give voice to it in words.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
But words are water in Amsterdam, they flood your ears and set the rot, and the church's east corner is crowded.
— Jessie Burton
The moon was up now and the trees were dark against it, and he passed the frame houses with their narrow yards, light coming from the shuttered windows; the unpaved alleys, with their double rows of houses; Conch town, where all was starched, well-shuttered, virtue, failure, grit and boiled grunts, under-nourishment, prejudice, righteousness, inter-breeding and the comforts of religion; the open-doored, lighted Cuban boilto houses, shacks whose only romance was their names
— Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not
To maintain your integrity, just maintain your words in sanctity, and your works in sincerity. You can't be really trusted when your works of today are standing against your words of yesterday!
— Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365
The more deeper you think, the more silence you become. You understand the reasons behind the reason. It may not necessarily mean you are short of words. You however know what ignorance can trigger and how to deal with ignorance and purpose. The timeliness of your word is surely on point
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
The two words expressed volumes.
— Agatha Christie, Five Little Pigs
Where would you be without etymology'? Lea asked sarcastically.'I think I might find words a little less interesting,' said Mr Ruche.
— Denis Guedj
Mind your words, dear writer for you are holding a delicate reader in them.
— Maria Stoica
Man's brain, enlarged fortuitously, invented words in an ambitious effort to learn how to think, only to have them usurped by his emotions. But we still try." -- Nero Wolf in Death of a Dude.
— Rex Stout
It was more than a string of letters put togetherit was a thick cloak in the coldand a strong defense against an enemyIt was more than the naked heart on paperit was a way to undress sadness … and sinsand an olive branch for the desperateWriting was her prayer and the words were felt.
— M.J. Abraham, The Coordinates of a Dream
Thoreau and Huxley calmly state what I have spent years trying to articulate, and never found the words for doing so. To read the words of these great men is to read the highest expression of my very self which is inexpressible due to the shortcomings of my particular nature.
— Chris Matakas, My Mastery: Continued Education Through Jiu Jitsu
A promise is just an empty shell filled with words, and words are weightless.
— Lik Hock Yap Ivan
Quotes tell a story. A stringing together of a few words can leave you with an idea that changes the course of your life, and can direct you toward reaching your highest potential as a human. The story they tell is derived from the experience which inspired them, and it is our sharing that experience that allows for the quote to resonate so deeply within our being.
— Chris Matakas, My Mastery: Continued Education Through Jiu Jitsu
Ostracism is just another form of racism!
— Mary-Ellen Peters
Intentionally, or unintentionally, Kat had spoken with her eyes; tenderly and lovingly conveying a message to Freya that her tongue wouldn't let her speak. It was glaringly obvious they both felt it. The words were not important. The pauses, gazes, and drawn out breaths were what mattered.
— Kiki Archer, But She Is My Student
Heart beats are marching like thousands of drums,Birds find their flight, thrown out of nest,We win some battles, then we lose some,Truth is no more than illusion at best.What has been said under veil of the night,Under the veil it will ever remain,But may it ever be in my right,I know i have never said it in vain.
— Aleksandra Ninkovic
Words make the intangible aspects of human experience communicable, and a single sentence can shatter our world view and assist us in the formulation of a new one.
— Chris Matakas, My Mastery: Continued Education Through Jiu Jitsu
I wondered how he'd learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.
— Amy Harmon, The Law of Moses
Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things.
— Sōseki Natsume
Never trust the translation or interpretation of something without first trusting its interpreter. One word absent from a sentence can drastically change the true intended meaning of the entire sentence. For instance, if the word love is intentionally or accidentally replaced with hate in a sentence, its effect could trigger a war or false dogma.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Can we only speak when we are fully living what we are saying? If all our words had to cover all our actions, we would be doomed to permanent silence! Sometimes we are called to proclaim God’s love even when we are not yet fully able to live it. Does that mean we are hypocrites? Only when our own words no longer call us to conversion. Nobody completely lives up to his or her own ideals and visions. But by proclaiming our ideals and visions with great conviction and great humility, we may gradually grow into the truth we speak. As long as we know that our lives always will speak louder than our words, we can trust that our words will remain humble.
— Henri J.M. Nouwen, Bread for the Journey: A Daybook of Wisdom and Faith
I won’t marry you,” she repeated.“Why not? You were eager enough to fuck me.”Anna winced. “I do wish you would stop using that word.”Edward swung around and assumed a hideously sarcastic expression. “Would you prefer swive? Tup? Dance the buttock jig?
— Elizabeth Hoyt, The Raven Prince
When typography is on point, words become images.
— Shawn Lukas
The most important legacy you will ever leave is your vision planted in the minds of your disciples and a passion as strong as a storm in their hearts.
— Shannon L. Alder
how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.
— Sanober  Khan, Turquoise Silence
And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.
— Jenim Dibie
Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.
— Jenim Dibie
A single fleeting word has the power to make or break a person.
— Tammy Faith, Broken Heart
Sometimes I fear those noisy words boiling in an unsettling cauldron.
— Pavitraa Parthasarathy
Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge,Which dwells but in the tongue!
— John Webster, The White Devil
Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.
— Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
Rap in its form is poetry, meaning the point of convergence is words.
— Unarine Ramaru
To often we speak just to hear the sound of our own voice, when we should speak only when the words are sweeter than silence.
— Steven Aitchison
But like balloons, they were excessively buoyant, and if you weren't careful, they floated away.
— Anne Fadiman, Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader
What you've done isn't the only thing that defines who you are. Words are just as powerful as action. They can aspire action in others, can't they?
— Erica Crouch, Ignite
All in all, I'd heard people do a lot of things with words. I'd heard them not say what they meant and I'd seen them not do what they said, but I'd never met a person who could speak so simply and still convey so much.
— Rachel Joyce
She couldn't tell exactly where the words came from. What mattered was that they reached her. They arrived and kneeled next to her bed.
— Markus Zusak
Your Words Are Vital, They Rule You And You Rule With Them Therefore, Speak Creative Words Always!
— Jaachynma N.E. Agu, Risk It, Be Different
Words are harsh mistresses, to be sure. Like petulant divas, they want only those parts that play to their talents and mask their blemishes, and only when complete companies of players who love their parts are assembled will they sing in harmony. I am your director for this stage production and will employ my best wiles to create a performance both truthful, and beautiful. I know that words are tricksters who show one face to you and another to me, so I am never certain you’ll hear in your head what I hear in my head. Since I deliver even this little truth with words, I acknowledge the irony.
— Dennis Vickers
In order to understand what happened, we'll use words in the way that they exist: as drawers of distinction between ideas.
— John Hadac, The Project
Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life - that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.
— Victoria Erickson
Words are all we have, really. We have thoughts but thoughts are fluid. Then we assign a word to a thought and we're stuck with that word for that thought, so be careful with words. I like to think that the same words that hurt can heal. It’s a matter of how you pick them.
— George Carlin
The best advice anyone has ever given me, was to never take advice from anyone.
— J.R. Rim, Write like no one is reading 2
Words flow from love, and speech is likewise confounded by love. It is the sweetest gesture to be without words, and with words, all the same. So too is it with the lighthearted sigh – an outward expression of an abundance of the heart.
— Zechariah Barrett
One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.
— Charlotte Brontë
Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.
— Sanober  Khan
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
— William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost
I read everything in that dusty little library. I read the prologues and the epilogues until I could tell you how many times Stephen King thanked his wife, Tabitha. I could tell you how the Columbia Indians made their long-houses, or how to make a solar toilet, or how to dry bear meat in the sun. I could tell you all of this if I could talk, but instead the words stayed inside of me and marveled. This I could accept, or so I told myself for a long time. Because the words were there, and they carried me to another place.
— Rene Denfeld, The Enchanted
I find I need to put things into words before I can believe that they are entirely real.
— Frederick Buechner
I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.
— Shannon L. Alder
She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.
— Sarah Waters, Fingersmith
I’d tell you what happened, but I can’t remember all of it. And I don't wanna put words in my dreams thoughts.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
For she was the only one, of all of them, to have spared me a pleasant word; and suddenly I longed for time to pass, not for its own sake, but as it would take me back to her.
— Sarah Waters, Fingersmith