Words Quotes

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

Definitions create conditions.

~ Alfred Korzybski

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

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

And so everything is new and brave, red poppies and good food, cigarettes and summer breeze.

~ Erich Maria Remarque

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

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

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

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

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

My mother and Alexis had said no more than ten words to each other. The long silences were deafening

~ Howard Norman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.

~ M.l. Rio

We livein the smallspaces between our wordshidingbetweenthe saidand allwe cannot say.

~ Lauren Eden

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

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.

~ Virginia Woolf

Words have an immeasurable impact, they can either build or destroy so be careful of your words.

~ Gift Gugu Mona

Mizuko loved reading the dictionary. She liked it when there were multiple meanings for words and when opposite meanings could be contained.

~ Olivia Sudjic

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