words

Because all the words in the world won't do much good if they're just rattling around in your head.

Words only reveal half of your heart. Service defines the other half. Character is the combination of the two.

It's ridiculous to think that taking out words will heal hearts,because a palm-sized box is just not enough for the anger of this world.

... but I love language. It is a living, breathing, evolving thing, and language has power. Whether in a song lyric, a poem, a speech, or a simple conversation, we__e all experienced words that resonate with us. They may make us recall a powerful moment, inspire us, move us, or perhaps, comfort us_. But at the same time, we don__ think in words. We think in pictures. If I say the word __og_ to you, you aren__ picturing the letters, d-o-g, you__e picturing a dog from your memory...

Words can't fix my life.Words can't give me a family.Words can't do jack.You may be a teacher, Ms. Leone, but face it: You don't know squat.

Each word's evocative value or virtue, its individual power of touching springs in the mind and of initiating visions, becomes a treasure to revel in. Besides this hold on affection a word may well have about it the glamorous prestige of high adventures in great company. Think of that the plain word "dust" calls to mind. "Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was." "Dust hath closed Helen's eye." "All follow this and come to dust." "The way to dusty death." So, to the lover of words, each word may be not a precious stone only, but one that has shone on Solomon's temple or in Cleopatra's hair.

Words themselves are all the ghosts we need.

If my words don't flow out of a heart that rests in God's control, sovereignty, then they come out of the heart that seeks control so I can get what I want.

Words will only ruin you, if you allow them.

Don't let yourself be amazed by the imagination of a writer and his words, writers are almost all the time in a love-hate relationship with words.

Words can be a fortress or a drawbridge to disaster

At first, that's who I was. I wanted to know more about this boy who lives among us, but who never truly speaks... But now I feel like finding out about him is one of the ways I found out about myself. I did not expect to love his words. I did no expect to find myself in the.

What words cannot convey ... the mind can read.

Words are not brains, you know.

Trust is a thing you know without words.

Every poet knows that the gift of the gods is not fire but language. __an dwells poetically on this earth,_ Hölderin wrote. Language is the essence of being human. We can think, thanks to language, for thought exists only by the grace of words. Our experiences and emotions are molded by language. It is language that allows us to name and know the world. We ourselves are known by language, through prayer, confession, poetry. Language gives us a world that reaches beyond the reality of the moment, to a past (there was_) and a future (there shall be_). It is through language that eternity has a space and that the dead continue to speak: __efunctus adhuc loquitur_ (Hebrews 11:4). Thanks to language, there is meaning, there is truth.

since words are all we have of wings.

You can get much further with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.