power-of-words

And for the next long years of my life, I tried to remember only the reading, not the terrible things that happened to me as I came and went up and down the stairs. The library became my sanctuary. I loved the ways the precious stories took shape but always had room to be read again. I became fascinated with how writers did that. How did they make a story feel so complete and yet to open-ended? It was like painting a picture that changed each time you looked at it.

The power to shape your reality lies within you, therefore the most important voice you will ever hear is your own.

The power of words to deceive is a danger far exceeding any we might encounter from physical weapons. Sticks and stones can break bones! But words can lead worlds into ruin!

The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.

When you don't cover up the world with words and labels, a sense of the miraculous returns to your life that was lost a long time ago when humanity, instead of using thought, became possessed by thought.

What is life? Thoughts and feelings arise, with or without our will, and we employ words to express them. We are born, and our birth is unremembered and our infancy remembered but in fragments. We live on, and in living we lose the apprehension of life. How vain is it to think that words can penetrate the mystery of our being. Rightly used they may make evident our ignorance of ourselves, and this is much.

Words and love together can more often achieve what magic cannot.

A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.

I danced with my shadows until they became part of my light.

No matter how banal the contents, there is always something that touches me. For someone now dead once thought these words significant enough to write them down.

Names have power... And he kept the one I gave him. My dear, sweet Jackaby. - Eleanor

Be careful of what you dwell on and what you say. Your thoughts and words will either acquit or condemn you.

Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. Ther words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better.

In the dim, wavering light, a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather, the words delicately painted thereon. In all the rush and fervor, Montag had only an instant to read a line, but it blazed in his mind for the next minute as if stamped there with fiery steel.

There seems to be a firewall in my mind against ideas expressed in numbers and graphs rather than words, or in abstract words such as Sin or Creativity. I just don__ understand. And incomprehension is boredom.

Deliver your message with simplicity and see how powerful impact it has on the audience.

And not only narrativity but the quality of the writing is of the first importance to me. Rightly or not, I believe a dull, inept style signals poverty or incompleteness of thought. I see the accuracy, scope, and quality of Darwin__ intellect directly expressed in the clarity, strength, and vitality of his writing _ the beauty of it.

Words have longer lives than people.