When our thoughts, our words, and our deeds are for happiness then we are happy.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can also hurt me. Stones and sticks break only skin, while words are ghosts that haunt me. Slant and curved the word-swords fall, it pierces and sticks...
And what's the irony?...In the end... we call the enemy friends... the fake people again friends... should I continue here with the words?
Find the words that cause reflection in you. That is where true learning begins.
Words have never belonged to those who wrote them. Always to those who needed then.
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 hi...
I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.
I make you see things that aren't really there and you believe every word
I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.
Religion and philosophy, philosophy and religion - they're two words which are both... different. In spelling.
We all write poems it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
After all, sustainability means running the global environment - Earth Inc. - like a corporation: with depreciation, amortization and maintenance accounts. In other words, keeping the asset whole, rat...
Words are much stronger than I am.
What do you think was the first sound to become a word, a meaning?...
So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves.
Read sometimes for the story, Bobby. Don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words - the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers that won't do that. But when you find...
One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.
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 mea...