Words have life and must be cared for. If they are stolen for ugly uses or careless slang or false promotion work, they need to be brought back to their original meaning - back to their roots.
A word has its use Or like a man it will soon have a grave.
His words were softer than oil yet they were drawn swords.
Our language one of our most precious natural resources deserves at least as much protection as our woodlands streams and whooping cranes.
When I feel inclined to read poetry I take down my dictionary. The poetry of words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences.
Trust is a thing you know without words.
Words cut deeper than knives. A knife can be pulled out, words are embedded into our souls.
As individuals, great writers from Villon to Diderot to Voltaire toRousseau to Byron or Shelley have often shown themselves to beirresponsible, selfish, mean or sometimes even cowardly people. Their l...
Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem.
The words a person reads and hears and repeats become his own, enter his verbal storehouse. When needed they become, even if he does not know it, the clothing for the thoughts to which he gives birth.
She might be a natural-born cynic, but she knew the right word when she heard it.
Perhaps it's no coincidence that the word words is an anagram of sword. Well-used words cut through ambiguity and confusion like a sharp sword in the hands of an expert swordsman.
The beauty of words!
Life is but words.
You only need four words to spell the greatest word in the universe: L.O.V.E.
Few pleasures, for the true reader, rival the pleasure of browsing unhurriedly among books: old books, new books, library books, other people's books, one's own books - it does not matter whose or whe...
There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a...
you have to find the words to make it sound important
No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,Our pastime and our happiness will grow.