“Love is a funny word. We use it so much that we seem to forget its meaning. We say we love objects, seasons, times of day, movies, TV shows, and everything. And we use this same word to describe people. We say we love our parents, our friends, our family. It s one of the most used words in the English language, but it remains special. Love is different like that. You can use it to talk about anything, but when you find that one person that you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, love is completely new. And saying, I love you becomes the best sound you could ever say or hear. Love grows and changes with us, it is just as alive as those who use it. So love as much as you want! Because love will always find a way to be new.”
“In one sense the whole process of development consists of the formation of habits; for knowledge itself, and the powers of thought, as well as the higher elements in the will, all depend upon the establishment of fixed ways of reacting to given stimuli. Consequently, the general laws of habituation underlie the whole of education. But the term habit is more commonly restricted to those established reactions that act with little or no participation of consciousness, or, in other words, mechanically or automatically. Such habits as these begin to form very early, and constitute a kind of supporting framework for the higher elements of character.”
“words are a border collie’s worst nightmare.”
“Cada palabra es un rostro de todas las palabras”
“I love introverts. They don t waste words. Excessive extroverts can be very wasteful. I don t trust them in any kind of intricate or delicate matter.”
“Writing s much more romantic when its pen and ink and paper. It s... More timeless. and worthwhile. Think about it. There are so many words gushing out into the universe these days. All digitally. All in Comic Sans or Times New Roman. Silly Websites. Stupid news stories digitally uploaded to a 24-hour channel. Where s all this writing going? Who s keeping a note of it all? Who s in charge of deciding what s worthwhile and what isn t? But back then... Back then, if someone wanted to write something they had to buy paper. Buy it! And ink. And a pen. And they couldn t waste too many sheets cos it was expensive. So when people wrote, they wrote because it was worthwhile... not just because they had some half-baked idea and they wanted to pointlessly prove their existence by sharing it on some bloody social networking site.”
“The past, the present, and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.”
“The word is always a word for others. Words need to be heard. When we give words to what we are living, these words need to be received and responded to. A speaker needs a listener. A writer needs a reader. When the flesh – the lived human experience – becomes word, community can develop. When we say, Let me tell you what we saw. Come and listen to what we did. Sit down and let me explain to you what happened to us. Wait until you hear whom we met, we call people together and make our lives into lives for others. The word brings us together and calls us into community. When the flesh becomes word, our bodies become part of a body of people.”
“Existem várias maneiras de destruir um assunto, de deteriorar a realidade até não sobrar coisa nenhuma. Passa-se com as palavras o mesmo que com as coisas: quantas mais vezes as proferimos menos substância têm, as palavras e as coisas, porque as palavras podem tirar ou roubar às coisas o seu sentido. [...] Imagina agora o que acontece quando as palavras se reportam somente a si próprias. As palavras Deus ou Amor, por exemplo. Imagina o género de esvaziamento que acontece quando as usamos de maneira desenfreada e as pronunciamos milhares ou milhões de vezes todos os dias. Amo-te . Amo-te . Amo-te . Meu Deus . Meu Deus . Meu Deus . Palavras que não têm qualquer referente no mundo que lhes devolva o sentido. Palavras que são somente isso: a junção aleatória de vogais e consoantes; e, contudo, palavras que movem montanhas.”
“But words are water in Amsterdam, they flood your ears and set the rot, and the church s east corner is crowded.”
“My experience of chaotic lessons has humbled me enough to know, I could have it worse than I do I now and positive enough to know I can be where I want to be, someday.”
“Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things.”
“Can we only speak when we are fully living what we are saying? If all our words had to cover all our actions, we would be doomed to permanent silence! Sometimes we are called to proclaim God’s love even when we are not yet fully able to live it. Does that mean we are hypocrites? Only when our own words no longer call us to conversion. Nobody completely lives up to his or her own ideals and visions. But by proclaiming our ideals and visions with great conviction and great humility, we may gradually grow into the truth we speak. As long as we know that our lives always will speak louder than our words, we can trust that our words will remain humble.”
“how these words, wait to die in the arms of all the poetry.. yet to be written.”
“And on the days I couldn t breathe, I learned to paint air.”
“When typography is on point, words become images.”
“I won’t marry you,” she repeated. “Why not? You were eager enough to fuck me.” Anna winced. “I do wish you would stop using that word.” Edward swung around and assumed a hideously sarcastic expression. “Would you prefer swive? Tup? Dance the buttock jig?”