Quotes
Quotes about Language
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Accent is the soul of a language; it gives the feeling and truth to it. [Fr., L'accent est l'ame du discours, il lui donne le sentiment et la verite.]
Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip; Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
He has strangled His language in his tears.
You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!
There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture.
Great Britain and the United States are nations separated by a common language.
The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.
The English language is rather like a monster accordion, stretchable at the whim of the editor, compressible ad lib.
To have another language is to possess a second soul.
The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
Those who know nothing of foreign languages, knows nothing of their own.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.
When a language createsâas it doesâa community within the present, it does so only by courtesy of a community between the present and the past.
The secret of language is the secret of sympathy and its full charm is possible only to the gentle.
The English have no respect for their language, and will not teach their children to speak it.
Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.
Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
Language shapes the way we think, and determines what we can think about.
I stand and listen to people speaking french in the stores and in the street. It's such a pert, crisp language, elegant as ruffling taffeta.
Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms.
I can remember the lush spring excitement of language in childhood. Sitting in church, rolling it around my mouth like marbles--tabernacle and pharisee and parable, tresspass and Babylon and covenant.
Language helps form the limits of our reality.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
