A Quote by Lech Walesa

The supply of words in the world market is plentiful but the demand is falling. Let deeds follow words now. — © Lech Walesa
The supply of words in the world market is plentiful but the demand is falling. Let deeds follow words now.
I must tell you that the supply of words on the world market is plentiful, but the demand is falling.
Words are plentiful; deeds are precious.
Talk is cheap. Words are plentiful. Deeds are precious.
A problem that we're seeing now in the aromatherapy world is that the market has got so huge that in some cases there are not enough plants to supply the demand.
The chief difference between words and deeds is that words are always intended for men for their approbation, but deeds can be done only for God.
...first check whether the market as a whole is rising or falling. In other words, are you in a bull market or bear market? If the latter, stay out. The odds are against you.
Words are one thing - deeds something entirely different. Fine words are a mask to cover shady deeds. A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.
Words outlive people, institutions, civilizations. Words spur images, associations, memories, inspirations and synapse pulsations. Words send off physical resonations of thought into the nethersphere. Words hurt, soothe, inspire, demean, demand, incite, pacify, teach, romance, pervert, unite, divide. Words be powerful.
I used to take on trust a man's deeds after having listened to his words. Now having listened to a man's words I go on to observe his deeds.
Like any business, the oil industry runs on the basic premise of supply and demand. The more supply - the lower the price. The higher the demand - the higher price. In other words, the more people who can buy oil, the higher the price of oil.
You can make even a parrot into a learned political economist - all he must learn are the two words "supply" and "demand."
I work in a world of words - words that inspire, words that persuade and, increasingly, words that can send the message that it is acceptable to hate.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
There are times when I can't stop speaking, when a million words leave my mouth in a matter of seconds… a million words that mean nothing… but when I want to find some words that mean everything, I just can't speak. Like: I miss you. Like: I love you. Like: My world is falling apart and I need you by my side.
Languages, like our bodies, are in a perpetual flux, and stand in need of recruits to supply those words that are continually falling, through disuse.
Each time I write, each time the authentic words break through, I am changed. The older order that I was collapses and dies. I lose control. I do not know exactly what words will appear on the page. I follow language. I follow the sound of the words, and I am surprised and transformed by what I record.
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