Words Quotes
To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed through words, so to convey this so that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art.
Leo Tolstoy
Words can have the same kind of magic as riffs can.
Stone Gossard
Pearl Jam
I consider looseness with words no less of a defect than looseness of the bowels.
John Calvin
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
Samuel Beckett
Words are potent weapons for all causes, good or bad.
Manly Hall
In a media age where books are no longer the primary medium for information storage and exchange, language must be reclaimed from the hucksters and the pedants and imaginatively reinforced. To save literature, educators must take command of the pre-rational world of images. The only antidote to the magic of images is the magic of words.
Camille Paglia
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
John Dryden
Too many words are lit for a beast of burden.
Yunus Emre
This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words, and indeed in thought.
T. E. Lawrence
I hadn't learned to read by third grade, which wasn't unusual for some kids. I knew something was wrong because I couldn't see or understand the words the way the other kids did. I wasn't the least bit bothered - until I was sent back to the second-grade classroom for reading help after school.
Barbara Corcoran
I think the first time I really heard poetry was in the schoolyard. Just the little limericks that kids say when they're jumping rope and playing games. I think that's the first time I heard rhyming words - I don't know if I'd call that the definitive poetry, but that's when I heard rhyming words said and not necessarily sung.
Jill Scott
In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;While words of learned length, and thundering soundAmazed the gazing rustics ranged around;And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,That one small head could carry all he knew.
Oliver Goldsmith
