A Quote by John Clare

Language has not the power to
speak what love indites:
The soul lies buried
in the ink that writes. — © John Clare
Language has not the power to speak what love indites: The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.
Language is power, in ways more literal than most people think. When we speak, we exercise the power of language to transform reality. Why don't more of us realize the connection between language and power?
Herein, lies the key to love. Love builds bridges. Soul exists because God loves It. Soul equals Soul; no one Soul is greater than another. Experience the greatest love of all.
Poetry, at its best, is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.
Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.
Intellectuals may like to think of themselves as people who "speak truth to power" but too often they are people who speak lies to gain power.
Expressing love in the right language. We tend to speak our own love language, to express love to others in a language that would make us feel loved. But if it is not his/her primary love language, it will not mean to them what it would mean to us.
It is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two love, it is the loving of each other, that originates and perfects and assures their blessedness. I knew that love gives to him that loveth, power over any soul beloved, even if that soul know him not, bringing him inwardly close to that spirit; a power that cannot be but for good; for in proportion as selfishness intrudes, the love ceases, and the power which springs therefrom dies. Yet all love will, one day, meet with its return.
I think it'd be pretty cool to fly. Actually, I'd like to be Language Gal. My super power is that I can speak every language.
Elegance of language may not be in the power of all of us; but simplicity and straight forwardness are. Write much as you would speak; speak as you think. If with your inferior, speak no coarser than usual; if with your superiors, no finer.
When love is pure, it has the power to conquer. Lover and beloved conquer each other by their affection. The source, the essence, the fullest manifestation of love's conquering power is the love of the soul for the supreme soul, or God.
How much of love lies buried in dusty graves!
We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish. Some don't love theyselves, so they perception is tainted.
One who writes a poem writes it because the language prompts, or simply dictates, the next line.
We have all the freedoms we want. But what we are missing is red ink: the language to articulate our non-freedom. The way we are taught to speak about freedom- war on terror and so on-falsifies freedom.
Water is the ink that writes the poetry of life.
All women speak two languages: ?the language of men ?and the language of silent suffering.? Some women speak a third, ?the language of queens.
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