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The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?
— Markus Zusak, Underdog
So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.
— Elizabeth Eulberg, Take a Bow
The wise man reveals more than words spoken.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
All things human begin with words.
— David Rains Wallace, The Untamed Garden and Other Personal Essays
Jess couldn't stop spitting out words, because they were words like blades to hurt, and if she swallowed them, she'd be scraped hollow.
— Helen Oyeyemi
...the words make our silences easier--they're the current that runs under them.
— Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
I always knew that words are suitcases with false bottoms.
— Hans Keilson, The Death of the Adversary
All our words from loose using have lost their edge.
— Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon
Toppling sounds like it jumped from a tall building and landed gracefully on is g.
— Edmond Manning, King Perry
I collect words--they are sweets in the mouth of sound.
— Sally Gardner, Maggot Moon
He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets ...
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Prince of Mist
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 words. It's a misuse of the tongue!
— Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes
He walked, groping for a sentence that hung in his mind as an empty shape. He could neither fill it or dismiss it.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
The words sounded like a mournful incantation.
— Dan Simmons, The Terror
The great wheel of fire of ancient wisdom, silence and word engendering the myth of the origin, human action engendering the epic voyage toward the other; historical violence revealing the tragic flaw of the hero who must then return to the land of origin; myth of death and renewal and silence from which new words and images will arise, keeps on turning in spite of the blindness of purely lineal thought.
— Carlos Fuentes, Myself with Others: Selected Essays
It's the words we whisper to ourselves that make us who we are.
— Marty Rubin
Sky, wait.” The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
Our own place is mall perhaps, but when your old man is eaten by his own shadow, you realise that maybe in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it.Maybe that's what these pages of words are about:Bringing the world to the window.
— Markus Zusak, Fighting Ruben Wolfe
My wandering imagination never gives up on me and always finds ways to explore what my emotions entail.
— Chimnese Davids, Muses of Wandering Passions
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 precisely the point. That's their value - their ability to adapt -' 'Grow corrupt, you mean. The Letheri are masters at corrupting words, their meanings. They call war peace, they call tyranny liberty. On which side of the shadow you stand decides a word's meaning. Words are the weapons used by those who see others with contempt. A contempt which only deepens when they how those others are deceived and made into fools because they choose to believe. Because in their naivety they thought the meaning of a word was fixed, immune to abuse.
— Steven Erikson
Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.
— Augusto Roa Bastos, I, the Supreme
The sign stopped me-- or rather, this text stopped me. Words are my profession; I seized these and demanded that they explain themselves, that they cease to be ambiguous.
— Daniel Quinn, Ishmael
Don't be ridiculous, please.'The most insulting words in the world!
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars
Somewhere embedded in every ordinary book are the five or six words for which really all the rest will be written.
— G.K. Chesterton, Criticisms and Appreciations of the Works of Charles Dickens
If I had my life over again[, ] I'd have thought more about words. And thought about them earlier.
— Enid Bagnold, The Loved and Envied
Words are only words
— Jude Morgan, Indiscretion
The dictionary is an ossuary of empty words.
— Augusto Roa Bastos, I, the Supreme
Naming enables the noble-minded to speak, and speech enables the noble-minded to act. Therefore, the noble-minded are anything but careless in speech.
— Confucius, The Analects
I once ran across a list of nearly 400 winds from around the world and wondered why Wyoming, so dominated by wind, has so few names for its variations. . . . There's the wind, the damned wind, and the goddamned wind.
— Teresa Jordan, Riding the White Horse Home: A Western Family Album
Our view of man will remain superficial so long as we fail to go back to that origin [of silence], so long as we fail to find, beneath the chatter of words, the primordial silence, and as long as we do not describe the action which breaks this silence. the spoken word is a gesture, and its meaning, a world.
— Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
If you believe what you say, words become reality.
— Ingrid Betancourt, Even Silence Has an End: My Six Years of Captivity in the Colombian Jungle
His words saddened them greatly, though they couldn't say why.
— Roberto Bolaño, 2666
Is it crazy to say that I sometimes don't understand what I write but I write it anyway, because maybe someone, somewhere, somehow, would feel what I didn't?
— Nema Al-Araby
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.
— Silas House, Eli the Good
Good words were the difference between Emily eating well and not. And what she had found worked best were not facts or arguments but words that tickled people’s brains for some reason, that just amused them. Puns, and exaggerations, and things that were true and not at the same time.
— Max Barry, Lexicon
Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time one’s never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them.
— Aldous Huxley
But the more I think about it, the more I think PC words are a crock of shit. If I want to describe something using a stupid word, I should.
— Mark A. Rayner, The Fridgularity
She goes on to explain about how need to not only listen to what the other person is saying but try to hear the meaning behind their words. But my thing is that if you want someone to understand what you're saying, you should say what you mean.
— Susane Colasanti, Take Me There
Six Stars,' he exclaimed. 'Finding the right words is hard!
— Louise Marley, Singer in the Snow
So many thoughts ran through my head. Most of them contained the same, simply three words so often strung together that it was too much a classic cheese or cliche to say it, but they still had meaning, no matter how many times they had been repeated.
— Alysha Speer, Sharden
Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.
— Siri Hustvedt, The Sorrows of an American
In soul of every newborn baby, words are waiting to be written.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
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 can't get out and we can't get in to free her.
— Patricia A. McKillip, Alphabet of Thorn
Around a child, people come and go, objects appear and are taken away, surroundings take shape and disintegrate. And no explanation is given, because how can you explain the world to a child?So she had used the words. Words call forth and secure that which has gone away. With her lists she had ensured that whatever she had once known would come back
— Peter Høeg
Words make known. But we live in the unknown.
— Marty Rubin
Nobody will ever be able to understand the meaning of the measure of his own words.
— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.
— Mary Balogh, Seducing an Angel
If every word introduces a new concept, the simple phrase "all that which does not exist" is sufficient to make everything that does not exist, exist.
— Pablo Tusset, The Best Thing That Can Happen to a Croissant
That's how ideas and the institutions they generate come to be in the first place. It is in strings of words that we make ideas. The words, however, can say anything that the language permits, which, in our case, is quite a lot, so a string of words can just as easily express inanities as ideas. When inanities are expressed, we can discover them just by paying attention to the words.
— Richard Mitchell, Less Than Words Can Say
Man will find his own structured words,which will transfigure his into immortal.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
She said the words, and then she had a strange moment of seeing them, hanging there over her head. "You're going to vacuum up that squi
— Kate DiCamillo, Flora and Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures
The innumerable worlds in the Milky Way, words.
— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
You flourish one hushed breath at a time. Imagine all you can build word by single word.
— Laurie Seidler, 22 Shelters: Lessons From Letters
Language is insight itself.
— Confucius, The Analects
Words are so very difficult to take back and forget. Memories fade with time, but words never do. They linger in our minds, our hearts, haunting us.
— Charlotte Featherstone, Improper Pleasure
He had walked on the beach and wished for icy winds to sweep away everything that sounded like mere linguistic habit, a malicious kind of habit that prevented thinking by producing the illusion that it had already taken place and found its conclusion in the hollow words.
— Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
Disappear, she says. I love that word.
— Will Christopher Baer, Kiss Me, Judas
At first, all is black and white.Black on white.That's where I'm walking, through pages.These pages.Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.
— Markus Zusak, Underdog
She wished such words unsaid with all her heart
— Jane Austen, Mansfield Park
To talk about paintings is not only difficult but perhaps pointless too. You can only express in words what words are capable of expressing-- what language can communicate. Painting has nothing to do with that.
— Gerhard Richter
I have seen these persons speak unthinkingly, not realizing that to speak is also to be. Word and gesture are man's thought. We should not speak without reason.
— Isabel Allende
She didn't know that all her life would be spent gambling with the stark rigidity of words, words that were coin: save, spend and all the time George with his own counter had found her a way out.
— H.D., HERmione
These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
Jacopo, while I could still read, during these past months, I read dictionaries, I studied histories of words, to understand what was happening in my body. I studied like a rabbi. Have you ever reflected that the linguistic term `metathesis' is similar to the oncological term `metastasis'? What is the metathesis? Instead of `clasp' one says `claps.' Instead of `beloved' one says `bevoled.' It's the temurah. The dictionary says that metathesis means the transposition or interchange, while metastasis indicates the change and shifting. How stupid dictionaries are! The root is the same. Either it's the verb metatithemi or the verb methistemi. Metatithemi means I interpose, I shift, I transfer, I substitute, I abrogate a law, I change a meaning. And methistemi? It's the same thing: I move, I transform, I transpose, I switch cliches, I take leave of my senses. And as we sought secret meanings beyond the letter, we all took leave of our senses. And so did my cells, obediently, dutifully. That's why I'm dying, Jacopo, and you know it.
— Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum
I have tasted words, I have seen them. Never had her hands reached out in darkness and felt the texture of pure marble, never had her forehead bent forward and, as against a stone altar, felt safety. I am now saved. Her mind could not then so specifically have seen it, could not have said, "Now I will reveal myself in words, words may now supercede a scheme of mathematical-biological definition. Words may be my heritage and with words...A lady will be set back in the sky....there was hope in a block of unsubstantiated marble, words could carve and set up solid altars...Thought followed the wing that beat its silver into seven-branched larch boughs.
— H.D., HERmione
This is one of those things that you can never explain to anyone
—  that's what I want to explain - one of those free-association moments with connections that dissolve when you start to try to put them into words.
They're brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn't be seen dead here. They're pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can't hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop from their mouths and get crushed to the floor. Or they get discarded, just to glow with warmth for a moment, for someone else to tread on later.
— Markus Zusak, Fighting Ruben Wolfe
The author recognizes the power of the persecuting tribe referring to members of hers consistently as "snakes" or "roaches". This dehumanizing language, she realizes, seeps into the subconscious and makes it easier to forget that fellow humans were created in God's image.
— Immaculée Ilibagiza, Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust
The great words never die... and so does the soul of its author.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me ...
— Markus Zusak, Getting the Girl
Sometimes, when people speak, I cease listening to their words and zoom in instead on the cadence, and it can seem lovely, and at other times absurd, all this verbiage, these seemingly random consonants clattering on the string that is sound.
— Rosie O'Donnell, Celebrity Detox
I am a writer....a master of words.'Like a knife, words should be handled carefully. They can cut deeply, the wound may never heal, and the scar can remain for an eternity.
— Ey Wade, Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History
speech to him was a task, a battle, words mustered behind his beard and issued one at a time, heavy and square like tanks.
— Margaret Atwood, Surfacing
The species greatest harvest ― words.
— David Brin, Earth
The right word at the right time helps you make sense of the world. It helps, but sometimes not a lot.
— Chris Lynch, Angry Young Man
Everybody listens to me with a focus on my words. This is a mistake. The words are the vehicle to deliver an idea. Always listen to the idea, it's more valid then any words that I can use.
— Richard Diaz
Let's have some new cliches.
— Samuel Goldwyn
Cynthia had been on friendly terms with an eccentric librarian called Porlock who in the last years of his dusty life had been engaged in examining old books for miraculous misprints such as the substitution of "1" for the second "h" in the word "hither." Contrary to Cynthia, he cared nothing for the thrill of obscure predictions; all he sought was the freak itself, the chance that mimics choice, the flaw that looks like a flower; and Cynthia, a much more perverse amateur of misshapen or illicitly connected words, puns, logogriphs, and so on, had helped the poor crank to pursue a quest that in the light of the example she cited struck me as statistically insane. ("The Vane Sisters")
— Vladimir Nabokov, American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940's Until Now
His prose, like the thinking it reveals, is full of cloudy suggestions of something beyond the range of mere cognition. He has been given power, if not over the entities and dyads, certainly over the ignorant and superstitious.
— Richard Mitchell, Less Than Words Can Say
Birdy never felt artistic inclination when armed with a marking implement. What came to her were words, always words, commentary and criticism and correction and simple vocabulary curios; she scratched a few of them on the smooth red wall.
— Antonya Nelson, Nobody's Girl
Alex felt the words wash over him. He had the strange fantasy the things were seeking places within him to lay their young.
— David Brin, Earth
There is, I believe now, a force in stories, words in motion, that either drives them forward past things into feelings or doesn't. Sometimes the words fly over the fence and all the way out to the feelings.
— Adam Gopnik, Paris to the Moon
It is too sad . I must speak to him- The do you really ?- Sure . How can you expect things to get better , if we do not speak?- Earlier , you talked to Mr. Omochi . Do you feel that things have thus been arranged?- What is certain is that if we do not talk , there is no chance to solve the problem.- What seems more certain is that if we talk, there is serious risk of aggravating the situation.
— Amélie Nothomb
Words are a great influence in actions, feelings, and simply just the meaning behind it.
— Yi
All words are possible, then, all names. They rain down, all these words, they disintegrate into a powdery avalanche. Belched from the volcano's mouth, they spurt in to the sky, then fall again. In the quivering air, like gelatine, the sounds trace their bubble paths. Can you imagine that?
— Jean-Marie G. Le Clézio, The Book of Flights
The Actor, noticing a closed bookshop, dismounted from the horse which he tied to a street lamp. He woke up the bookseller and bought a Spanish grammar and dictionary. He set out again across town marveling at the way that the words of the foreign language were freshly gathered fruits and not old and dry. They touched the senses marvelously, new like young beggars who accost you, not yet words but the every things they designate, happily running naked before being clothed again in abstraction.
— Georges Limbour
Words are air currents. You can float or go where every you want if you master the currents
— Brent M. Jones
Words have never belonged to those who wrote them. Always to those who needed then.
— Darnell Lamont Walker
I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having.
— T. Kingfisher, The Raven and the Reindeer
Words are like the wind. They will blow away your own footsteps but they also will blow away the footsteps and thoughts of others. Use them wisely and with care.
— Brent M, Jones
In the words he’s free, on the page he can be anything. A hero.
— Lavie Tidhar, The Violent Century
In the dark, words get lost.
— Marty Rubin
Wielding your words cavalierly can inadvertently lop off someone’s ego.
— Khang Kijarro Nguyen
What must I say, that you don’t know on your own?
— Nikhil Shrivastava, Because You Need This!
Words are just noises we make to describe stuff.
— Cody Edward Lee Miller
A word was more valuable to them when they were not sure of its value. Since they became famous, their word has been more expensive but its value is less.
— Dejan Stojanovic, Serbian Satire and Aphorisms
We don’t know who was tricked by whom. Did the writer deceive the word, or did the word deceive the writer?
— Dejan Stojanovic, Serbian Satire and Aphorisms
A number is still very accurate, but its role is changed.In the changed role this number enriches the silence.
— Dejan Stojanovic, Serbian Satire and Aphorisms
In its proper role, a number counts the missing words.
— Dejan Stojanovic, Serbian Satire and Aphorisms
A right word counts the silence
—  a bad word is counted by the page.
A word is not filling in the gaps, but the fertilization of silence.
— Dejan Stojanovic
Unwritten words grow out of silence.
— Dejan Stojanovic, Serbian Satire and Aphorisms
A word in earnest is as good as a speech
— Charles Dickens, Bleak House
Words without warmth are dead words.
— Marty Rubin
Find the words that cause reflection in you. That is where true learning begins.
— Jeffrey G. Duarte
It takes a little slip to slip. Inappropriate words are inappropriate!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Have you noticed how vocabularies fluctuate in order to cope with our need to justify ourselves?
— J.G. Ballard, Millennium People
Before you speak it, know it! Before you act it, understand it. And when your words and actions go wrong, humbly learn to accept your slips for a progressive change. Learning never ends!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Pareidolia describes the human tendency to find meaning where there is none. Take the man in the moon, for example; we raise our eyes, and there, in lifeless markings of bedrock and basalt, we find a human face. We’re hardwired to look for patterns in the Rorschach of the natural world: a woman’s reclining form in the curve of a mountain range, the Virgin Mary in a water stain on a concrete wall. We want the world to be both known and mysterious. We’re looking for evidence of God, or maybe just for company. (53)
— Carolyn Parkhurst, The Nobodies Album
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
For with his little secret that he cannot divulge, the poet buys this power of the word to tell everybody else's dark secrets. A poet is not an apostle; he drives out devils only by the power of the devil.
— Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling
...the opposite of every truth is just as true! That is to say, any truth can only be expressed and put into words when it is one-sided. Everything that can be thought with the mind and said with words is one-sided, it's all just the half of it, lacking completeness, roundness, or unity.
— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
the caress of each word becoming                 one   with the pagetwisting          beneath the touch of the pen                     forming a trail of permanent kisses                  until they reach me
— N'Zuri Za Austin
Words mean nothing. They are like the husks of the coffee Bean. They cover what is essential, which is the bean itself, and when the husks are discarded, they lie on the road and rot and disappear. Actions are what lie inside, like the bean.
— David Bergen, Stranger: A Novel
whispers are often thunderous
— Richard Smyth, Wild Ink
Words whipped around me, faster than I could catch 'em.
— L M Bryski, Book of Birds
In the end, class will out. So much talk about helping the poor. It's all words and class interest— in the end.
— Psyche Roxas-Mendoza
Everybody is a writer. Everybody has a hand. Everybody has a story. Everybody writes stories of life from dawn to dusk. Everybody has a pen. Everybody has inks. These are the inks for writing the stories of life: words, thoughts, actions and deeds! The pen is important, but the ink in the pen determines the color of the writing! The pen is important, but the hand that holds the pen determines the style of the writing! Whether we choose our words well or not; whether we choose to think well or not; whether we choose our actions well or not; whether we choose to do good or not, we write a story of life, and we remain accountable to God in the end!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
That one who promised to care my life and to be with in all the way. same one killed me brutally and brutally murder my heart and feelings and My Trust.Whom i must blame ? God or That person or To my Stupidity of blind trust ?Some Que Never stop tease
— Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"
Definitions create conditions.
— Alfred Korzybski, Manhood of Humanity
Soon he essentially stopped talking. "I am retreating into silence as a defensive mode," he mentioned. Eventually, he was down to uttering just five words, and only to guards: yes; no; please; thank you. "I am surprised," he wrote, "by the amount of respect this garners me. That silence intimidates puzzles me. Silence is to me normal, comfortable." Later he added, "I will admit to feeling a little contempt for those who can't keep quiet.
— Michael Finkel, The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit
Powerful words always travel the whole world!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
For example. But I cannot give you an example. It was not so much any one example, any one event, which I recollected which was important, but the flow, the texture of the events, for meaning is never in the event but in the motion through event. Otherwise we could isolate an instant in the event and say that this is the event itself. The meaning. But we cannot do that. For it is the motion which is important. And I was moving. I was moving West at seventy-five miles an hour, through a blur of million-dollar landscape and heroic history, and I was moving back through time into my memory. They say the drowning man re-lives his life as he drowns. Well, I was not drowning in water, but I was drowning in West. I drowned westward through the hot brass days and black velvet nights. It took me seventy-eight hours to drown. For my body to sink down to the very bottom of West and lie in the motionless ooze of History, naked on a hotel bed in Long Beach, California.
— Robert Penn Warren, All the King's Men: Restored Edition
Close behind us were our friends: Tjaden, a skinny locksmith of our own age, the biggest eater of the company. He sits down to eat as thin as a grasshopper and gets up as big as a bug in the family way; Haie Westhus, of the same age, a peat-digger, who can easily hold a ration-loaf in his hand and say: Guess what I've got in my fist; then Detering, a peasant, who thinks of nothing but his farm-yard and his wife; and finally Stanislaus Katczinsky, the leader of our group, shrewd, cunning, and hard-bitten, forty years of age, with a face of the soil, blue eyes, bent shoulders, and a remarkable nose for dirty weather, good food, and soft jobs.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
And so everything is new and brave, red poppies and good food, cigarettes and summer breeze.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
Below there are cyclists, lorries, men; it is a grey street and a grey subway;—it affects me as though it were my mother.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
There’s a larger point to be made here than my own obtuseness, which is the fragility, beauty, and at the same time resilience of any communication. An inchoate impulse forms into a feeling that resembles but can never match the dreamy intensity of the original impulse. This feeling then articulates itself, but the words at best approximate a shadow of the feeling. I speak or write these words, and of course the person who receives them brings to that receiving his or her own connotations: Cinnamon, for example, may conjure different memories and may mean something different for you than for me. These words may then settle into feelings, leading finally, perhaps, to some impulse on your part. With so many layers of interpretation, it's no wonder we so often misunderstand each other. And this is between two people who speak the same language. How much more difficult understanding can be, then, when the people do not share a common cultural background, or native tongue? How much more than this may we misunderstand when we then hear a dog speak, or a tree or stone?
— Derrick Jensen
Everything you mean to me,I can't put into words,because when you're as perfect as you,no amount of words will do.
— Anthony T Hincks
We never stop loving,No matter what we say,because we say just empty words,to keep our hurt away.
— Anthony T Hincks
It was true—but it was harsh. And it feels like maybe a harsh truth can be as hurtful as a lie.
— Ryan Galloway, Biome
There's magic in the words. In the right order, they can make you cry, make you smile, or even make you stronger. But only if you have tasted a life that's worth living.
— Juhana Day, One Day at the Time
The camera was a hand-held auxiliary of wanting-to-know. It had more than information and accuracy to teach me. I learned in the doing how ready I had to be. Life doesn't hold still. A good snapshot stopped a moment from running away. Photography taught me that to be able to capture transience, by being ready to click the shutter at the crucial moment, was the greatest need I had. Making pictures of people in all sorts of situations, I learned that every feeling waits upon its gesture, and I had to be prepared to recognize this moment when I saw it. These were things a writer needed to know. And I felt the need to hold transient life in words - there's so much more of life that only words can convey - strongly enough to last me as long as I lived. The direction my mind took was a writer's direction from the start, not a photographer's or a recorder's.
— Eudora Welty, On Writing
Don’t let me get sappy on you, but when you get right down to it, every collection of letters is a magic spell, even if it’s a moronic proclamation by the Emperor. Words have their impact, girl. Mind your manners. I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that’s almost the same thing.
— Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz
My mother and Alexis had said no more than ten words to each other. The long silences were deafening
— Howard Norman, My Darling Detective
When we were leaving London, Dad spent about an hour trying to push his wardrobe through the bedroom door. He turned it on its side. He tried it upside down. He tilted it one way and then the other but it just would not fit. Words like "Mum" and "Affair" and "Dad" and "Drinking" were just like that wardrobe--too big to get out. No matter what I did, I couldn't fit them through the space between my teeth.
— Annabel Pitcher, My Sister Lives on the Mantelpiece
I saw a stop sign, and it occurred to me that just as no one expects a stop sign to stop a car, I shouldn’t expect words to substitute for experience. That’s not their job, although words certainly can be misused in that way. The job of words is to direct us toward experience, to round out experience, to facilitate experience, and to give us ways to share at least pale shadows of that experience with those we love. And the job of words is to help us learn to be — and act — human.
— Derrick Jensen, Walking on Water: Reading, Writing, and Revolution
When grief impounds our thinking and eats our brains, it seeps through all the cracks of our daily living. Only the soothing wind of comforting words may counter the withering twilight and the frostiness of darkness. ("All the words he always wanted to tell her.")
— Erik Pevernagie
By claiming that our words are too hard to understand, the media perpetuates the idea that WE are too hard to understand, and suggests that there’s no point in trying.
— C. N. Lester
I am blinded. I open my eyes wide and only see. But the secret - that I neither see nor feel. Could I be making here a true orgy of what's behind thought?
— Clarice Lispector
His words are so slippery they might slide right off the page.
— Jami Attenberg, Saint Mazie
Beyond thought I reach a state. I refuse to divide it up into words - and what I cannot and do not want to express ends up being the most secret of my secrets. I know that I'm scared of the moments in which I don't use thought and that's a momentary state that is difficult to reach, and which, entirely secret, no longer uses words with which thoughts are produce. Is not using words to lose your identity? is it getting lost in the harmful essential shadows?
— Clarice Lispector
Words don’t get accident
—  hands and tongues drive them wrongly!
Badass.'" My grandfather sampled the flavor of the word. It did not seem to revolt him, but it was nothing he needed ever to sample again.
— Michael Chabon
Words exist only in theory. And then one ordinary day you run into a word that exists only in theory. And you meet it face to face. And then that word becomes someone you know. That word becomes someone you hate. And you take that word with you wherever you go. And you can't pretend it isn't there.
— Bejamin Alire Sáenz
So the earth is shaking Here the word's faking As there's no time for lies. Kiss and dance all nights! In no need of balanceNothing makes sense Get it loose with no excuse. Shake and dance!
— Ana Claudia Antunes, ACross Tic
ALL words are made-up: Do you think we find them fully formed on the ocean floor, or mine from them in some remote part of Wales?
— Kory Stamper
Not everything you meet twice is the truth. Not everything you hear twice is the fact, and not everything you ponder over and over can help you!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah, Toxic In The Mind: daily use of the mind that kills you slowly
Maturity: control your emotions! Maturity: get understanding! Maturity: learn from daily experiences! Maturity: practice what you learn distinctively! Maturity: know when to do what! Maturity: understand silence, actions and words and use them well and appropriately! Maturity: don’t just say anything, don’t just do anything, don’t just act anything, don’t just throw anything and don’t just show anything at all, not even at the most compelling moment, unless you are fully ready to be responsible, without any speck of regret, for the consequences of anything done out of immaturity! Let us get matured whilst we grow and let us grow in maturity
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
What would a person say to himself in the madness of sincerity? But it would be salvation. Thought the terror of sincerity comes from the part of the shadows that connect me to the world and to the creating unconscious of the world. Today is a night with many stars in the sky. It stopped raining.
— Clarice Lispector
_____________________" I'm lost for words.
— Anthony T. Hincks
You can save hundred words with just one look!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Before the tears of the eyes dry outLet them sprinkle words on the paper Life is short and the man shall dieBut the words shall live on forever...
— Neelam Saxena Chandra
It was my first-year Latin teacher in high school who made me who made me discover I'd fallen in love with it (grammar). It took Latin to thrust me into bona fide alliance with words in their true meaning. Learning Latin fed my love for words upon words in continuation and modification, and the beautiful, sober, accretion of a sentence. I could see the achieved sentence finally standing there, as real, intact, and built to stay as the Mississippi State Capitol at the top of my street.
— Eudora Welty, On Writing
For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.
— M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains
We livein the smallspaces between our wordshidingbetweenthe saidand allwe cannot say.
— Lauren Eden, Of Yesteryear
She was convinced a word existed, a noun, that meant the loss of feelings for someone who was formerly loved—a word for the act of falling out of love. I said I couldn't think of it. It wasn't in the dictionary either, not the one she wanted.
— Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her breast buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen
—  with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair— He took her bag.
Words have an immeasurable impact, they can either build or destroy so be careful of your words.
— Gift Gugu Mona
Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her brest buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen
—  with the stars in her eyes and wind in her hair– he took her bag.
Mizuko loved reading the dictionary. She liked it when there were multiple meanings for words and when opposite meanings could be contained.
— Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
If words are to be uttered, they would be from behind the partition. Unaccountable is distance, time to transport from this present minute.If words are to be sounded, impress through the partition in ever slight measure to the other side the other signature the other hearing the other speech the other grasp.
— Theresa Hak Kyung Cha
Words or fists, it didn't matter. The soul was still shattered.
— Catherine Coulter, Beyond Eden
Life is but words.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Most of the people share quotes and wordings not because they follow them or absorb for life but they knows by share it i can be notice as a wise person.
— Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"
I think that [William] Faulkner and I each had to escape certain particulars of our lives, and we found salvation through words. I understand the Bible story of Babel so much better now. I think that moments of extremity, desires of escape, lead us to foreign languages--not those learned in schools, but those plucked from the human heart, the searing conditions of isolation. I did not have to be limited to my biography because of words, and I shared this with Faulkner, who invented new words and punctuation and expression and worlds. He utterly reshaped the world.
— Tennessee Williams
The wonder of words.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Words are powerful, so use every word wisely to create a better world.
— Gift Gugu Mona
I wouldn't go back to ashes or dustWords gave me life and in them I will surrenderFrom words to words..
— Akanksha Singh
Words lose their meaning when you look at them too long. ‘God.’ ‘Science.’ Meaning.
— Mark Frost, The Secret History of Twin Peaks
Words matter. Without words you can't have stories and without stories we would never have heard of the Greatcoats.
— Sebastien de Castell, Knight's Shadow
Home means always here...
— Will Advise
Perfectly written isn't human, exact replicas aren't flawless and thinking you have to achieve them all is futile. Seek to write and create what deeply moves you and only then will the words and work you create feel perfectly flawless.
— Anastasia Bolinder
One thing I'm sure Colborne will never understand is that I need language to live, like food—lexemes and morphemes and morsels of meaning nourish me with the knowledge that, yes, there is a word for this. Someone else has felt this before.
— M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains
Let us use words carefully, because words can betray and kill.( "A gap of silence")
— Erik Pevernagie
We'd been so sure of ourselves, but now we were lost.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, The Inexplicable Logic of My Life
Whatever you do, be gentle. People might have forgiven your harsh words but they may never forget how it stabbed their heart at that time!
— Mufti Ismail Menk
Prince's words had not been meant as a warning. Rather, he had been playing. He had been pretending. He had been speaking for speaking's sake. Could there be a more despicable use for words?
— André Alexis, Fifteen Dogs
The words come at my call but who calls whom?
— Jeanette Winterson, Art and Lies
Let your words be petty and actions plenty!
— Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You
Negative words have a way of permeating our system and making themselves comfortable in our sub-conscious. Once they find a place in our sub-conscious, they become a stronghold.
— D.S. Mashego
Negative words have a way of permeating our system and making themselves comfortable in our sub-conscious.
— D.S. Mashego
Your energy is louder than your words.
— Catherine Louise Birmingham
Subtle voices’ are those positive or negative words that are subtly spoken into our lives. These ‘subtle voices’, although subtle, are too powerful because they tend to shape our thoughts and inform our actions. That is why it is essential that we be selective of what we allow into our thoughts.
— D.S. Mashego
There is a huge difference between those who follow Christ by words only and those who do so by action. The latter will always let you experience the steadfast love of God whenever you come into contact with them.
— Gift Gugu Mona
Paint me perfect poetry.
— N'Zuri Za Austin
Oh... I just leave it......Words have as much weight as trying to jump from the 123333333334 Floor without a parachute and to be alive.
— Deyth Banger, Afraid - Part 2
Words can be as irrevocable as an action. They can cut as deeply as a surgeon’s scalpel.
— Gina Barreca
A versifier arranges words and rhymes into verses
—  a poet arranges verses and rhymes into meanings.
So it became,the law of universe,to have the,profoundest,of the words,cloaked in the,darkest of the masks.
— Jasleen Kaur Gumber
All the words I have to say have turned into stars.
— Guillaume Apollinaire
Sometimes words aren't necessary.
— Lorelei James, All You Need
Words is but wind but dunts is the devil
— Dorothy Dunnett, The Game of Kings
Sometimes she would be engaged in a laboratory exercise or a seminar when the instructor would say, "Gentlemen, let's proceed," and sensing Ellie's frown would add, "Sorry, Miss Arroway, but I think of you as one of the boys." The highest compliment they were capable of paying was that in their minds she was not overtly female.
— Carl Sagan, Contact
He paid me to discover ways to express the unnameable; to get to the bottom of an utterance; to find words for the things for which there were no words yet, thereby bringing them into existence, committing them to paper, projecting them into the future. The work was part drudgery, part deity.
— Ellen Miller
When there's a negative word or expression-immaculate, for example-but the positive is almost never used, and you choose to use it, you become rather amusing. Or pretentious. Or pretentiously amusing, which can sometimes be good. In any case, you are uncovering a buried word.
— E. Lockhart, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks
Words can inspire and words can destroy. Choose your words well.
— Robin S. Sharma
What they actually did matters more than what they said
— Kenneth Eade, And Justice?
Become my muse. And let me paint you with my words...
— Avijeet Das
I scream out the ropes of words that bound my tongue, and the heavens echo back...'I love you'.
— Alfa H
I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.
— Moonshine Noire
When I asked if she read poetry anymore, she said no. she had lost her taste for it. That was how she said it, lost her taste. I asked how that could happen, and she said she agreed with Plato, or at least Plato as summarized for her: that there was something dishonest about it and that he was right to want to banish the poets. What she mean't, she told me, was that the only reality was life, real life, and that these beautiful versions were lies and she no longer had patience for it.
— Daphne Kalotay, Russian Winter
When words lose their meaning and their capacity to bind those who use them, neither democracy nor the rule of law can long survive.
— Austin Sarat
Knight seemed to weigh the precision of every word he used, careful as a poet. Even his handwritten letters had gone through at least one draft, he said, mostly to remove unnecessary insults. Only necessary ones remained.
— Michael Finkel, The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit
There are thousands of words in the English language for acts of senseless violence, but not one seems to be a contestant when a child dies.
— Chuck Bridges
More is said in silences than words ever could.
— Avijeet Das
We were on stage. We were supposed to speak our dialogues. But at times, a smile says more than words ever can!
— Avijeet Das
Every evening I sat on the music-stool and wrote down my day, and it was as if I, Anna, were nailing Anna to the page. Every day I shaped Anna, said: Today I got up at seven, cooked breakfast for Janet, sent her to school, etc. etc., and felt as if I had saved that day from chaos. Yet now I read those entries and feel nothing. I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing. Words mean nothing. They have become, when I think, not the form into which experience is shaped, but a series of meaningless sounds, like nursery talk, and away to one side of experience. Or like the sound track of a film that has slipped its connection with the film. When I am thinking I have only to write a phrase like ‘I walked down the street’, or take a phrase from a newspaper, ‘economic measures which lead to the full use of …’ and immediately the words dissolve, and my minds starts spawning images which have nothing to do with the words, so that every word I see or hear seems like a small raft bobbing about on an enormous sea of images. So I can’t write any longer. Or only when I write fast, without looking back at what I have written. For if I look back, then the words swim and have no sense and I am conscious only of me, Anna, as a pulse in a great darkness, and the words that I, Anna, write down are nothing, or like the secretions of a caterpillar that are forced out in ribbons to harden in the air.
— Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook
I could have been a priest instead of a prophet. The priest has a book with the words set out. Old words, known words, words of power. Words that are always on the surface. Words for every occasion. The words work. They do what they're supposed to do; comfort and discipline. The prophet has no book. The prophet is a voice that cries in the wilderness, full of sounds that do not always set into meaning. The prophets cry out because they are troubled by demons.
— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
Words can be arrows that inflict wounds. They can also be bandages that heal.
— Toni Sorenson
A word is a word is another word more beautiful because of the former and the next and the circle and sun they create.
— Meia Geddes
Is it not so presumptuous to write a word? To write a word is to give the word a space all of its own. You build a home for it and hope it can find itself at home among all the other words. Nestled in a new place.
— Meia Geddes, Love Letters to the World
Attending to your own words and ideas as well as those of others is an admirable trait in any person, but a necessity in a leader.
— Jennifer Frick-Ruppert, Spirit Quest
I have always been obsessed with naming things. If I could name them, I could tame them. They could be my friends.
— Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues
Becareful when impression takes the place of expression in your intention
— ETC Wanyanwu
Bigotry lives not just in our words, but in our actions, thoughts, and institutions.
— DaShanne Stokes
The books we love, they love us back. And just as we mark out places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us. I can see it in you, sure as I see it in me. You're a daughter of words. A girl with a story to tell.
— Jay Kristoff, Nevernight
The palimpsests of molecules need not be overwritten, for machines make once-ephemeral words persist: they collect in gutters; they pile up and require sweeping; they hang in air like morning fog.
— Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion
Say something to it, he said.As I looked at the baby, I felt nothing taking shape in mind or mouth. I had no idea what the sort of things were that somebody would say to a baby. I had no idea why anyone would say anything to a baby. I held it carefully, as one would a sack of apples. And then, with him watching me, nodding encouragingly, I began to say to it, for lack of anything else to say, all the words I had ever known, in order.
— Alexandra Kleeman, Intimations: Stories
Discouraging words should not weigh you down instead they should challenge you
— Sunday Adelaja
Your words are determined by what dwells in you
— Sunday Adelaja