Quotes
Quotes about Word
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
Whatever we conceive well we express clearly, and words flow with ease. [Fr., Ce que l'on concoit bien s'enonce clairement, Et les mots pour le dire arrivent aisement.]
Besides, as is usually the case, we are much more affected by the words which we hear, for though what you read in books may be more pointed, yet there is something in the voice, the look, the carriage, and even the gesture of the speaker, that makes a deeper impression upon the mind. [Lat., Praeterea multo magis, ut vulgo dicitur viva vox afficit: nam licet acriora sint, quae legas, ultius tamen in ammo sedent, quae pronuntiatio, vultus, habitus, gestus dicentis adfigit.]
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
A picture is a poem without words.
Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said. -Unknown.
If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.
We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished- for state. When did history become a bad word?
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience, That neither by hir wordes ne his face Biforn the fold, ne eek in her absence, Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
We, that would be known The father of our people, in our study, And vigilance for their safety, must not change Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from The secure shade of their own vines, to be Scorched with the flames of war.
They know no country, own no lord, Their home the camp, their law the sword.
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
There is a price which is too great to pay for peace, and that price can be put in one word. One cannot pay the price of self-respect.
From this it appears how much more cruel the pen may be than the sword. [Lat., Hinc quam sit calamus saevior euse, patet.]
The pen is mightier than the sword.
The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.
So far had the pen, under the king, the superiority over the sword. [Fr., Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage sur l'epee.]
We hear about constitutional rights, free speech and the free press. Every time I hear those words I say to myself, "That man is a Red, that man is a Communist." You never heard a real American talk in that manner.
In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and his work is peace.
I'll give thee armor to keep off that word; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
All philosophy lies in two words, sustain and abstain.
The words which express our faith and piety are not definite; yet they are significant and fragrant like frankincense to superior natures.
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em. [Lat., Libertas et natale solum.]
Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness and mercy and kindness. We don't believe in the good old words because we don't believe in good old values anymore. And that's why the world is sick.
I walked a mile with Pleasure, She chattered all the way; But left me none the wiser, For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But, oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
