Top 1200 Thoughts And Words Quotes & Sayings - Page 18

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

I have no desire for others to take it on themselves to analyze my thoughts. I am without thoughts. I have never, not even once, acted on the basis of any doctrine or philosophy.I am convinced that those people whom the world considers good and respects are all liars and fakes. I do not trust the world.

They're just words. And words alone don't really mean anything. It's what you feel and what you believe when you say them that matter.

Space is all one space and thought is all one thought, but my mind divides its spaces into spaces into spaces and thoughts into thoughts into thoughts. Like a large condominium. Occasionally I think about the one Space and the one Thought, but usually I don't. Usually I think about my condominium.

I get the impression from some people that unless they get direct access to characters' thoughts and realizations, either through thought balloons or narrations or some sort of showy action, then those thoughts and realizations never existed.

Are we controlled by our thoughts, or are we controlling our thoughts?

It has been observed before that images, however beautiful, though faithfully copied from nature, and as accurately represented in words, do not of themselves characterize the poet. They become proofs of original genius only as far as they are modified by a predominant passion; or by associated thoughts or images awakened by that passion; or when they have the effect of reducing multitude to unity, or succession to an instant; or lastly, when a human and intellectual life is transferred to them from the poet's spirit.

The juxtaposition of words - the color, feeling, and sound of the words together - has as much to do with the story as the narrative itself does.

The surest method of being incomprehensible or, moreover, to be misunderstood is to use words in their original sense; especially words from the ancient languages.

I've got to learn French because I've been going there for years and still, the only words I know are the swear words.

Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.

The shapes arranged themselves into words, and the words spelled out a delicious and wonderful phrase: Once upon a time.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

For me, words are just words, nothing else

Words are the most powerful thing in the universe... Words are containers. They contain faith, or fear, and they produce after their kind.

Do not use poisonous words against anyone, for words wound more fatally than even arrows.

In Spanish it is very difficult to make things flow, because words are over-long. But in English, you have light words.

Words and magic were in the beginning one and the same thing, and even today words retain much of their magical power.

A poet's words are of things that do not exist without the words.

There's something so wonderful about writing in rhyme where it isn't just the meaning of the words, it's the music to the words and the shape and the sound.

In temptations against chastity, the spiritual masters advise us, not so much to contend with the bad thought, as to turn the mind to some spiritual, or, at least, indifferent object. It is useful to combat other bad thoughts face to face, but not thoughts of impurity.

For me, words are just words, nothing else.

As fascinated as I was by words on paper, it was matched by my fascination with words in people's mouths. The spoken word. And that is the world of theatre.

If children read 1 million words in a year, atl least 1,000 words will be added to their vocabulary.

I've never understood why people said 'in your own words.' Who else's words would I use?

Witness your thoughts. Your thoughts are attachments.

No matter where we live, we have to use words. Once you've been looking into words, their stories, it's easy to fall in love with them.

Emphasis on the common emotive or affective origins of music and words in the first cries of humankind undermines words.

It's funny because I've made a living off of words, but words get in the way of what you really want to say.

Words are only as good as the response to those words.

Prayer is the peace of our spirit, the stillness of our thoughts, the evenness of recollection, the seat of meditation, the rest of our cares and the calm of our tempest; prayer is the issue of a quiet mind, of untroubled thoughts, it is the daughter of charity, and the sister of meekness.

Anyone can leave the body and do astral traveling, but they have to believe that ' they can do ' this. It is quite useless for a person to put out repelling thoughts of disbelief, or thoughts such as 'I cannot do' such a thing. Actually, it is remarkably easy to Astral Travel when one gets over the first hurdle of fear. Fear is the great brake.

Words like meditation, karma, samskaras, they're just words. You can get into the jargon, you can speak it, but that doesn't mean you'll be any freer.

Living sites are only as good as today's update. If the words are dull, nobody will read them, and nobody will come back. If the words are wrong, people will be misled, disappointed, infuriated. If the words aren't there, people will shake their heads and lament your untimely demise.

Do not forget, do not ever forget, that you have promised me to use the money to make yourself an honest man.' Valjean, who did not recall having made any promise, was silent. The bishop had spoken the words slowly and deliberately. He concluded with a solemn emphasis: Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to what is evil but to what is good. I have bought your soul to save it from black thoughts and the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God.

Not a man to mince words. People, yes. But not words.

Poetry is very crafted. You can't have too many words. It needs compression. It has to be spare, just the right number of words.

There are few words in Russian for the Western concept of 'law,' but there are legions of words for connections, helping people from one's neck of the woods.

Most songwriting like poetry takes a careful selection of words. Sometimes you're just channeling something and a selection of words come out that you wouldn't normally say, but you come up with an assortment of words that are really special. It just makes sense even if it's normally how you wouldn't express yourself.

For many, 'rehearsing' means going over the words in your head. That's not good enough say the words aloud.

When we mistake words for reality, we are subject to the tyranny of words.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

I heard words and words full of holes aching.

Before acting, I was always attracted to words, to literature - be they the words of Williams, Arthur Miller, Shakespeare or Moliere.

Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.

It's an unnecessary burden to try to think of words and also worry at the same time whether they're the right words.

You don't realize how language actually interferes with communication until you don't have it, how it gets in the way like an overdominant sense. You have to pay much more attention to everything else when you can't understand the words. Once comprehension comes, so much else falls away. You then rely on their words, and words aren't always the most reliable thing.

One must be careful with words. Words turn probabilities into facts and by sheer force of definition translate tendencies into habits.

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.

Words are your business, boy. Not just the word. Words are everything. The key to the rock, the answer to the question.

Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and broken promises.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

It is said that angels come as thoughts, as visions, as dreams, as animals, as the light on the water or in clouds and rainbows, and as people too. Are they walking on this earth as people in disguise? Or do they appear for that one moment and vanish into ether again? Or is it really us, mere humans, who for a moment are picked up by the hand of God and made to speak unwittingly the words another needs to hear, or to hold out a life line to another soul?

Oh, yes! Fill the churches with dirty thoughts! Introduce honesty to the White House! Write letters in dead languages to people you've never met! Paint filthy words on the foreheads of children! Burn your credit cards and wear high heels! Asylum doors stand open! Fill the suburbs with murder and rape! Divine madness! Let there be ecstasy, ecstasy in the streets! Laugh and the world laughs with you!

Words are so lovable. How could you not love words?

There is a world of communication which is not dependent on words. This is the world in which the artist operates and for him words can be dangerous unless they are examined in the light of the work. The communication is in the work and words are no substitute for this.

Hank Cochran was a man of very few words, but certainly the words that he chose were the right ones to use.

Your words and my words are the same, but not our meaning.

We must receive the one who curses us as a messenger from God, rebuking our hidden evil thoughts, so that we, seeing our thoughts with exactness, might correct ourselves. For we do not know how many hidden evils we have; Only a perfect man can understand all of his own shortcomings.

You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go,words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean