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Words can heal, words can also kill. Choose your words carefully so that you'll pull people away from their emotional graves rather than pushing them into it! Inspire, don't insult!
When you are really listening, you do no hear words, you see them.
Words are not enough to express my feelings for you. But all I can tell you is that a part of me dies each time you go faraway from me.
mind the angels my love mind also those words dragging across our lips
Win minds with your words. Win hearts with your deeds. Win souls with both.
You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander.
However much food you ate, as long as you were alive, you would experience hunger again, and words, however you managed to capture them, would disperse again like phantoms into the void.
A lot of people pray for power, house, financial breakthrough, wealth etc. But only few ask God for wisdom. There are so many great power pack man and women of God who lack wisdom.
The only advice, indeed, that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions. If this is agreed between us, then I feel at liberty to put forward a few ideas and suggestions because you will not allow them to fetter that independence which is the most important quality that a reader can possess. After all, what laws can be laid down about books? The battle of Waterloo was certainly fought on a certain day; but is Hamlet a better play than Lear? Nobody can say. Each must decide that question for himself. To admit authorities, however heavily furred and gowned, into our libraries and let them tell us how to read, what to read, what value to place upon what we read, is to destroy the spirit of freedom which is the breath of those sanctuaries. Everywhere else we may be bound by laws and conventions-there we have none.
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.
A slip of the foot may injure your body, but a slip of the tongue will injure your bond.
There are but twenty-six letters in the English alphabet, yet I must have read a quadrillion words.
There, I feel once again that I shall really express myself, shall bring the words to bay. Alas, no one taught me this kind of chase, and the ancient inborn art of writing is long since forgotten—forgotten are the days when it needed no schooling, but ignited and blazed like a forest fire—today it seems just as incredible as the music that once used to be extracted from a monstrous pianoforte, music that would nimbly ripple or suddenly hack the world into great, gleaming blocks—I myself picture all this so clearly, but you are not I, and therein lies the irreparable calamity.
His words are so slippery they might slide right off the page.
Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.
You don't need an entire garden bed, to notice the beauty of a flower.
I only know that learning to believe in the power of my own words has been the most freeing experience of my life. It has brought me the most light. And isn't that what a poem is? A lantern glowing in the dark.
Words fail me. We have far more words to describe unpleasant emotional states than pleasant ones. (And this is the case with all languages, not just English.) If we're not happy, we have a smorgasbord of words to choose from. We can say we're feeling down, blue, miserable, sullen, gloomy, dejected, morose, despondent, in the dumps, out of sorts, long in the face. But if we're happy that smorgasbord is reduced to the salad bar at Pizza Hut. We might say we're elated or content or blissful. These words, though, don't capture the shades of happiness. We need a new word to describe Swiss happiness. Something more than mere contnetmnet but less than full-on joy. 'Conjoyment,' perhaps. Yes, that's what the Swiss possess: utter conjoyment. We could use this word to describe all kinds of situations where we feel joy yet calm at the same time.
Words are confessions of your actions. Choose them wisely.
I like the sound of words, but I don't ever really expect my slow, slanted impression of the world to change by what I read.
Sweetheart, I’m listening. To all those words you aren’t saying.
Toni Cade Bambara
Words are to be taken seriously. I try to take seriously acts of language. Words set things in motion.
Hope, strive and try to be more like Christ until the day we will see Him. Let Him find you faithfully and in obedient serving Him. He is coming quicker than people think.
I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself, and I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
Ideas were found by the freethinker, expressed by poet with the new words, formulated by scholar into knowledge.
Scared of words? I don't see why anybody ought to fear words. Words are tools; you have to know how to use them to get done the job you want to get done. Can't do the work if you're scared of the work.
Lord Vetinari in a meeting: “what people said was what they wanted him to hear. He paid a lot of attention to the spaces outside the words, though. That’s where the things were that they hoped he didn’t know and didn’t want him to find out.
My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.
As long as reading is for us the instigator whose magic keys have opened the door to those dwelling-places deep within us that we would not have known how to enter, its role in our lives is salutary. It becomes dangerous, on the other hand, when, instead of awakening us to the personal life of the mind, reading tends to take its place, when the truth no longer appears to us as an ideal which we can realize only by the intimate progress of our own thought and the efforts of our heart, but as something material, deposited between the leaves of books like a honey fully prepared by others and which we need only take the trouble to reach down from the shelves of libraries and then sample passively in a perfect repose of mind and body.
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.
Sometimes poetry--words--give us a small, lovely look at ourselves. And sometimes that is enough.
If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.
Don't listen the words, hear the reason of the words.
But so often, before words can rise to the mind to imply the ineffable, the ineffable has effed off.
Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.
Words lift up and put down. Actions pull up and drag down.
There lived a poet in the lands of gold, Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold, His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold, His only motive: lives to mould
Lailah Gifty Akita
The wilderness is a seed of words.
Sometimes you just have to choose to let things go, to move on.
TO VICTOR HUGO OF MY CROW PLUTO “Even when the bird is walking we know that it has wings.”—VICTOR HUGO Of: my crow Pluto, the true Plato, azzurronegro green-blue rainbow — Victor Hugo, it is true we know that the crow “has wings,” however pigeon-toe- inturned on grass. We do. (adagio) Vivorosso “corvo,” although con dizionario io parlo Italiano— this pseudo Esperanto which, savio ucello you speak too — my vow and motto (botto e totto) io giuro è questo credo: lucro è peso morto. And so dear crow— gioièllo mio— I have to let you go; a bel bosco generoso, tuttuto vagabondo, s erafino uvaceo Sunto, oltremarino verecondo Plato, addio. (((((Impromptu equivalents for esperanto madinusa (made in U.S.A.) for those who might not resent them. azzurro-negro: blue-black vivorosso: lively con dizionario: with dictionary savio ucello: knowing bird botto e totto: vow and motto io giuro: I swear è questo credo: is this credo lucro è peso morto: profit is a dead weight gioièllo mio: my jewel a bel bosco: to lovely woods tuttuto vagabondo: complete gypsy serafino uvaceo: grape-black seraph sunto: in short verecondo: modest))))
Terry Tempest Williams
When it comes to words, rather than using our own voice, authentic and unpracticed, we steal someone else's to shield our fear.
Don’t let someone’s words blind you from their behavior.
J. R. Rim
The best advice anyone has ever given me, was to never take advice from anyone.
Today words curve around my vision, Stumbling from my parched core To soak again those strands of silence.
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
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!
If you value your words, people will not ask you to make any promises.
Words inscribed in a heart can be more durable than words written on a stone
Words won’t have meaning until you put your emotions into them.
Muhammad Imran Hasan
Sometimes Silence Is Better In Explaining Something Than Words....
Don’t beat yourself up, son. I’m sure there is a culture on this spinning ball of dirt where you can be pretty. If not, do rock ‘n roll, or practice words. That shit’s pretty as well.