Quotes about Words

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A wound from a tongue is worse than a wound from a sword; for the latter affects only the body, the former the spirit.


Words may be deeds.
Words are loaded pistols.
Be not the slave of Words.
With words we govern people.
By words the mind is winged.


You can stroke people with words.
Words make love with one another.
Humans mop up words like sponges.
The pen is mightier than the sword.

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All words are pegs to hang ideas on.

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Words are the bugles of social change.
Words were a lens to focus one's mind.
Words are the small change of thought.


A moment's thinking is an hour in words.


With women the best aphrodisiac is words.

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When ideas fail, words come in very handy.
A word after a word after a word is power.
Words are slippery and thought is viscous.
Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig.
The beautiful word begets the beautiful deed.
Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.
You can taste a word. That's food for thought.
I like good, strong words, that mean something.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
The great enemy of clear language is insincerity.
How often misused words generate misleading thoughts.


Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.
Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.
The word ... is not only a key; it may also be a fetter.
Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.
Without big words, how could many people say small things?
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
A word has its use,
Or, like a man, it will soon have a grave.
Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a shelf.
The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood.
Thought itself needs words.  It runs on them like a long wire.


Without knowing the force of words, it is impossible to know men.


A word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.

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Without knowing the force of words, it is impossible to know more.
Words themselves are the intimate attire of thoughts and feelings.
For me, words are a form of action, capable of influencing change.
Words are chameleons, which reflect the color of their environment.
Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.


With words, as with bricks, tearing down is easier than building up.
A new word is like a fresh seed sown on the ground of the discussion.
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.
Words, like eyeglasses, blur everything that they do not make clearer.


Words can sometimes, in moments of grace, attain the quality of deeds.


All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
Words, he concluded, are a commodity in which there is never any slump.
A word is the carving and coloring of a thought, and gives it permanence.


A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.


A definition is the enclosing a wilderness of idea within a wall of words.

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If there is on earth a house with many mansions, it is the house of words.
Broadly speaking, the short words are best, and the old words best of all.


Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.


Most humans either harm or are harmed by words. The rest is a small minority.
Words are like money; there is nothing so useless, unless when in actual use.

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Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
All books are either dreams or swords,
You can cut, or you can drug, with words.


Words are like children. The more care you lavish on them, the more they demand.
I consider looseness with words no less of a defect than looseness of the bowels.
It is an old saying, "A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword."
The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Words ought to be a little wild, for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.
Man is a talking animal and he will always let himself be swayed by the power of the word.

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To reason with poorly chosen words is like using a pair of scales with inaccurate weights.
When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.


All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.

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Apt words have pow'r to swage 
The tumors of a troubled mind, 
And are as balm to fester'd wounds.


Words easy to be understood do often hit the mark, when high and learned ones do only pierce the air.
Words have the power to destroy or heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change the world.
Words are weapons, and it is dangerous in speculation, as in politics, to borrow them from our enemies.
Words are as recalcitrant as circus animals, and the unskilled trainer can crack his whip at them in vain.
A lot of words get spilled as the urge to be understood clashes with an aversion to being understood too well.
A word in a dictionary is very much like a car in a mammoth motorshow—full of potential, but temporarily inactive.


Each word comes with a biography. These words have fascinating stories to tell, if only we take the time to listen.
Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.
Words are restless bundles of energy ever ready to explode in our minds like bombs, to blossom in our minds like flowers.
A word is no light matter.  Words have with truth been called fossil poetry, each, that is, a symbol of a creative thought.
We are all so clumsy...and words are all we have, poor signals like bonfires and flags trying to express what shipwreck is.


If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams—the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

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Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons.
Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.
There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.


Words are more powerful than perhaps anyone suspects, and, once deeply engraved in a child's mind, they are not easily eradicated.
A word is not the same with one writer as with another.  One tears it from his guts.  The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.


He that useth many Words for the explaining any Subject, doth, like the Cuttle-Fish, hide himself; for the most part, in his own Ink.
One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper patterns at the right moment.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
O! Many a shaft at random sent
Finds mark the archer little meant!
And many a word, at random spoken,
May soothe or wound a heart that's broken.


Words are such an integral part of our consciousness that we believe they have always existed, like stones and grass and bushes. But this is not true.
The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter—'tis the difference between the lightning-bug and the lightning.


When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
You may choose your word like a connoisseur,
And polish it up with art,
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays,
Is the word that comes from the heart.
Words are the legs of the mind; they bear it about, carry it from point to point, bed it down at night, and keep it off the ground and out of the marsh and mists.
One's words must glide across the page like a swan moving across the waters. One must be conscious of the movement without a thought of what is causing it to move.
How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.
A trite word is an overused word which has lost its identity like an old coat in a second-hand shop.  The familiar grows dull and we no longer see, hear, or taste it.


Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.
It is extremely natural for us to see . . . our Thoughts put into the Dress of Words, without which indeed we can scarce have a clear and distinct Idea of them our selves.
I love you to the limits of speech, and beyond.
It's strange that words are so inadequate.
Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath,
So the lover must struggle for words.


Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning.  It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
If words are to enter men's minds and bear fruit, they must be the right words, shaped cunningly to pass men's defenses and explode silently and effectually within their minds.
Like people, words are born, grow up, get married, have children, and even die. They may be very old, like man and wife and home. They may be very young, like Sudoku and ginormous.
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.
Most new words simply disappear, like raindrops falling and soaking into the ground.  Only a few get caught in the bucket of public attention, and make their way into dictionaries.
A writer lives in awe of words for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.
A writer's form of expression may seem quite clear to him, yet obscure to the reader. Why? Because the reader is advancing from language to thought, the writer from thought to language.

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You own words are the bricks and mortar of the dreams you want to realize. You words are the greatest power you have. The words you choose and their use establish the life you experience.
Words, I think, are the one great, exhaustless charm and resource of life; and to think how people fling them about, and strike, and sting and stab and poison, and go their way and forget.
A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used.
Although words exist for the most part for the transmission of ideas, there are some which produce such violent disturbance in our feelings that the role they play in transmission of ideas is lost in the background.
I don't think writers are sacred, but words are.  They deserve respect.  If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead.


We open our mouths and out flow words whose ancestries we do not even know.  We are walking lexicons. In a single sentence of idle chatter we preserve Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Norse: we carry a museum inside our heads, each day we commemorate peoples of whom we have never heard.

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What happens if the cultivated language is made up of poisonous elements or has been made the bearer of poisons?  Words can be like tiny doses of arsenic: they are swallowed unnoticed, appear to have no effect, and then after a little time the toxic reaction sets in after all.
I fell in love—that is the only expression I can think of—at once, and am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behavior very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have even learned to beat them now and then, which they appear to enjoy.
Words in the mind are like colors on the palette of the artist.  The more colors we have access to, the easier it is to create a captivating picture on the canvas, and the more practice we give to using those many colors appropriately and uniquely, the more likely we will be to create a masterpiece of self expression.