Top 1200 Cuss Words Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

Some people just have a love for words and thinking about words that rhyme.

For a stage actor to be there with the words and the creator of the words - it doesn't get much better than that.

Literature exists inside the language. It's made of words. It's not made of ideas and it's not made of concepts, of psychological analysis. It's made of words. In the same way in which music is made of notes and a painting is made of lines of colors, the matter of literature are words.

If one believes that words are acts, as I do, then one must hold writers responsible for what their words do.

A definition is nothing else but an explication of the meaning of a word, by words whose meaning is already known. Hence it is evident that every word cannot be defined; for the definition must consist of words; and there could be no definition, if there were not words previously understood without definition.

I'd always admired writers. I'd always loved words on a page. Somehow, words seemed to bypass image and get straight to the heart of things. Somehow, words seemed big enough to contain pain, and sentences could pull broken bits together.

So difficult it is to show the various meanings and imperfections of words when we have nothing else but words to do it with.

I can never say what I want to say, it's been like this for a while now. I try to say something but all I get are wrong words - the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It's like I'm split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this can't catch her.

The words you say never live up to the words in your head.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

If you are going to emphasize certain words in the headline, be sure that they are the words that say something.

I get so much inspiration from my travels, but I also started an exercise where I write down so many words every week. Then I begin crossing them off. We create a grid of words and also images, but words for me are more ample because you can interpret them your own way.

Men substitute words for reality and then argue about the words.

I know words sometimes have consequences, but I try to choose the correct words every time.

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.

The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.

Words are never 'only words'; they matter because they define the contours of what we can do.

I know sociologically that words, the power of the word, words stigmatize people.

Words are powerful vibrations, use words to uplift your spirits and heal yourself.

You cannot rise about your words. A lot of people use foul, pornographic, filthy, language and you SEE, all of those words paint pictures and they reveal the internal thinking of the person on the inside. YOU cannot RISE (forward, onward upward) above your words.

The way that words fit together is always interesting to me. I love words.

I very rarely think in words at all. A thought comes, and I may try to express it in words afterwards.

A recently reprinted memoir by Frederick Douglass has footnotes explaining what words like 'arraigned,' 'curried' and 'exculpate' meant, and explaining who Job was. In other words, this man who was born a slave and never went to school educated himself to the point where his words now have to be explained to today's expensively under-educated generation.

One of my little girls is named Reagan. Her first words were, 'Mr. Larry, tear down this crib.' That was her first words, it was very sweet. My first words were, 'Are you going to finish that sandwich?'

Words don't tell you what people are thinking. Rarely do we use words to really tell. We use words to sell people or to convince people or to make them admire us. It's all disguise. It's all hidden -- a secret language.

As a poet and writer, I deeply love and I deeply hate words. I love the infinite evidence and change and requirements and possibilities of language; every human use of words that is joyful, or honest or new, because experience is new... But as a Black poet and writer, I hate words that cancel my name and my history and the freedom of my future: I hate the words that condemn and refuse the language of my people in America.

A photograph is worth a thousand words, provided it is accompanied by only ten words.

Two different styles of leadership. LeBron, very encouraging, bringing everybody along, and Kobe, he's testing you, seeing what you gonna give him. If he gonna get at you, he gonna scream at you, he gonna cuss, he gonna do whatever it is. He had his own way of leading guys as well. It's two different sides. I'm just blessed to see both of them.

An image is a bridge between evoked emotion and conscious knowledge; words are the cables that hold up the bridge. Images are more direct, more immediate than words, and closer to the unconscious. Picture language precedes thinking in words; the metaphorical mind precedes analytical consciousness.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

I want to sound like an instrument. I want my voice and my words to marry the beat. I go with the rhythm of it and the words start to come to my mind and those words could be based on things that's been on my mind for the past year, the past month, the past week, whatever; I write it.

There are words and words and none mean anything. And then one sentence means everything.

Two of the hardest words in the language to rhyme are life and love. Of all words!

We battle on in words, as always, mere words, and what's the cure? We cannot find a thing.

If words could break souls, my words just broke his in two.

...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?

Lord, to whom should we go? Thy words are the words of eternal life.

To be happy, drop the words 'if only' and substitute instead the words 'next time'.

I like to play with words and the sounds of words - that's extremely important to me.

Words kill, words give life; they're either poison or fruit--- YOU choose.

The words are purposes./The words are maps./I came to see the damage that was done/and the treasures that prevail.

We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.

I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.

One listens to a piece of great music, say, and feels deeply moved by it, and wants to put this feeling into words, but it can't be put into words. That's what - the music has already supplied the meaning, and words will just be superfluous after that. But it's that kind of verbal meaning that can't be verbalized that I try to get at in poetry.

Sound words can't be understood through formal study of the language alone. They're felt when you immerse yourself in the culture or lifestyle that becomes a part of you. The Japanese language is abundant with onomatopoeia. Even though I've lived in Japan a long time, sound words are still an uncertain territory. And I think new words are being created every day. Even when I don't know a word I can sometimes connect it to a meaning using the sensations produced by the sounds, which feels like I'm playing with words.

I do love perusing the dictionary to find how many words I don't use - words that have specific, sharp, focused meaning. I also love the sound of certain words. I love the sound of the word pom-pom.

I don't believe a picture is worth a thousand words, unless they're very confusing words.

Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

The words are all around but the words are only sounds and no one ever seems to listen.

I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.

What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.

I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.

You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

The few words of a title are the hardest words for any author to come up with.

I always believed as a speechwriter that if you could persuade the president to commit himself to certain words, he would feel himself committed to the ideas that underlay those words. And the big shock to me has been that although the president said the words, he just did not absorb the ideas. And that is the root of, maybe, everything.

Don't be pretentious is my first advice to young writers. This is the big problem - just because you're getting an MFA doesn't mean you have to write for the Academy. Be true to your personality. Don't temper your personality down with words. Don't build defensive fortresses around yourself with words - words are your friends.

When we can't hold back, or set boundaries, on what comes from our lips, our words are in charge-not us. But we are still responsible for those words. Our words do not come from somewhere outside of us, as if we were a ventriloquist's dummy. They are the product of our hearts. Our saying, "I didn't mean that," is probably better translated, "I didn't want you to know I thought that about you." We need to take responsibility for our words. "But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken" (Matt. 12:36).

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.

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness.

Words will be just words till you bring them to life