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A man of words and not of deeds,Is like a garden full of weeds...
— Words
A man of words and not of deeds,Is like a garden full of weeds...
If I were not an atheist, I would believe in a God who would choose to save people on the basis of the totality of their lives and not the pattern of their words. I think he would prefer an honest and righteous atheist to a TV preacher whose every word is God, God, God, and whose every deed is foul, foul, foul.
Words are pegs to hang ideas on.
When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose.
If Shakespeare required a word and had not met it in civilised discourse, he unhesitatingly made it up.
A very great part of the mischiefs that vex this world arises from words.
When the imagination sleeps, words are emptied of their meaning: a deaf population absent-mindedly registers the condemnation of a man. … there is no other solution but to speak out and show the obscenity hidden under the verbal cloak.
"When I use a word", Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less". "The question is", said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things". "The question is", said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master—that's all".
Words matter. Words matter when you run for president. And they really matter when you are president.
Words have the power to release pent-up emotions as well as to define them in rational and meaningful terms.
Not only the tools of manual labour, but also the tools of human thought — words — are subject to the laws of historical development. The history of the meanings of words is outside the area of interest of formal logic, and could not be fruitfully studied by the methods of that discipline.
As long as words a different sense will bear, The word's a weathercock for every wind.
I very rarely think in words at all. A thought comes, and I may try to express it in words afterwards.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
I see more than this, more than I can tell you, More than there are words for. Which now and then emerge.
The Letheri are masters at corrupting words, their meanings. They call war peace, they call tyranny liberty. On which side of the shadow you stand decides a word's meaning. Words are the weapons used by those who see others with contempt. A contempt which only deepens when they see how those others are deceived and made into fools because they choose to believe. Because in their naivety they thought the meaning of a word was fixed, immune to abuse.
What if my wordsWere meant for deeds.
And the One seated on the throne said: “Look! I am making all things new.” Also he says: “Write, for these words are faithful and true.”
'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,Which being restrained, a heart is broken.
The arrow belongs not to the archer when it has once left the bow; the word no longer belongs to the speaker when it has once passed his lips, especially when it has been multiplied by the press.
Words and feathers the wind carries away.
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. And yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another.
A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used.
Words are good servants but bad masters.
For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
I am coming quickly. Happy is anyone observing the words of the prophecy of this scroll.
Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.
... we English people delight in a moral — not a moral to be deduced or inferred, but a nice, rounded, little moral, in all the starch of set sentences, and placed just at the end.
'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words !A word is but a breath of passing air.
Without approval and without scorn, but carefully studying the sentences word by word, one should trace them in the Discourses (Sutta) and verify them by the Discipline (Vinaya). If they are neither traceable in the Discourses nor verifiable by the Discipline, one must conclude thus: ‘Certainly, this is not the Blessed One’s utterance; this has been misunderstood by that bhikkhu — or by that community, or by those elders, or by that elder.’ In that way, bhikkhus, you should reject it.
Every word carries its own surprises and offers its own rewards to the reflective mind. Their amazing variety is a constant delight. I do not believe that I am alone in this—a fascination with words is shared by people in all countries and all walks of life.
With high words, that boreSemblance of worth, not substance.
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first,And make persuasion do the work of fear.
For the word of God is alive and exerts power and is sharper than any two-edged sword and pierces even to the dividing of soul and spirit, and of joints and [their] marrow, and [is] able to discern thoughts and intentions of [the] heart. 13\xa0And there is not a creation that is not manifest to his sight, but all things are naked and openly exposed to the eyes of him with whom we have an accounting.
I’ve touched some sentencesand have kissed some words.
"Strength of creative writing lies in the skill of handling words and articulating artistic expression of feelings.”
"In influencing write-ups, words seem to move despite residing still on paper.”
“In many a situation, the images that words hide while walking forth are the desired meaning of particular words rather than the word itself. Those words sing and dance by coming out of the paper.”
“Language is texture of images and music. We speak in images and rhythm, by taking help of words.”
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
In Words, as Fashions, the same Rule will hold;Nor yet the last to lay the Old aside.
We can judge the intent of the parties only by their words.
A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.
I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue; I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
Never believe that anti‐Semites are completely unaware of the absurdity of their replies. They know that their remarks are frivolous, open to challenge. But they are amusing themselves, for it is their adversary who is obliged to use words responsibly, since he believes in words. The anti‐Semites have the right to play.
My father still reads the dictionary everyday. He says your life depends on your ability to master words.
Syllables govern the world.
What art thou? Have not IMy dagger in my mouth.
What do you read, my lord?Words, words, words.
Unpack my heart with wordsAnd fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Familiar in his mouth as household words.
'Tis well said again;And yet words are no deeds.
But yesterday the word of Cæsar mightAnd none so poor to do him reverence.
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with wordsSince I first call'd my brother's father dad.
O they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,Figures pedantical.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st wordsThat ever blotted paper!
His very words are a fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes.
But words are words; I never yet did hearThat the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.
I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
How long a time lies in one little word!End in a word: such is the breath of kings.
O, but they say the tongues of dying menHe that no more must say is listen'd more.
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart; Th' effect doth operate another way.
Words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.
A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
The idiot heard the sounds, but they had no meaning for him. He lived inside somewhere, apart, and the little link between word and significance hung broken.
Words that warmed women, wooed and won them, snipped the final thread of inhibition and gratified the male egos of ungrateful lovers; ... for which they were eternally in his debt, for which they may eternally hate him.
For some queer and deplorable reason most human beings are more impressed by words than by figures, to the great disadvantage of mankind.
I know words. I have the best words.
The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter—'tis the difference between the lightning-bug and the lightning.
Words realize nothing, vivify nothing to you, unless you have suffered in your own person the thing which the words try to describe.
Words of truth and soberness.
Words, as a Tartar's bow, do shoot back upon the understanding of the wisest, and mightily entangle and pervert the judgment.
Words of affection, howsoe'er express'd,The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
You have only, when before your glass, to keep pronouncing to yourself nimini-pimini; the lips cannot help taking their plie.
Boys flying kites haul in their white winged birds;But God Himself can't kill them when they're said.
High Air-castles are cunningly built of Words, the Words well bedded also in good Logic-mortar; wherein, however, no Knowledge will come to lodge.
The Moral is that gardeners pine, It's rather Whittier than I).
Words writ in waters.
Words are but empty thanks.
Fair words butter no parsnips.
Mum's the word.
Without knowing the force of words, it is impossible to know men.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Father is rather vulgar, my dear. The word Papa, besides, gives a pretty form to the lips. Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism are all very good words for the lips; especially prunes and prism.
But words once spoke can never be recall'd.
It used to be a common saying of Myson's that men ought not to seek for things in words, but for words in things; for that things are not made on account of words but that words are put together for the sake of things.
I trade both with the living and the dead for the enrichment of our native language.
And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
Let thy words be few.
Let no man deceive you with vain words.
An undisputed powerIf with a legal public stamp impressed.
New words and lately made shall credit claimIf from a Grecian source they gently stream.
That blessed word Mesopotamia.
At this every lady drew up her mouth as if going to pronounce the letter P.
If of all words of tongue and pen,"It is, but it hadn't ought to be."
For words are wise men's counters—they do but reckon by them—but they are the money of fools.
Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
Words are the soul's ambassadors, who goAbroad upon her errands to and fro.
How forcible are right words!
Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?
I am not yet so lost in lexicography, as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.
To make dictionaries is dull work.
The masterless man … afflicted with the magic of the necessary words…. Words that may become alive and walk up and down in the hearts of the hearers.
We might have been—these are but common words, And yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.
We should have a great many fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.
My words are little jarsWith sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.
There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one,Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.
Some grave their wrongs on marble; He, more just,Stooped down serene, and wrote them in the dust.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
Words that weep, and strains that agonise.
Strains that sigh and words that weep.
It is as easy to draw back a stone thrown with force from the hand, as to recall a word once spoken.
Words, however, are things; and the man who accordsIs controll'd by the words he disdains to control.
How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's days!
His words, * * * like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command.
And to bring in a new word by the head and shoulders, they leave out the old one.
How many quarrels, and how important, has the doubt as to the meaning of this syllable "Hoc" produced for the world!
Words repeated again have as another sound, so another sense.
So spake those wary foes, fair friends in look,And had small profit, and small loss thereby.
The word impossible is not in my dictionary.
Things were first made, then words.
Non opus est verbis, credite rebus.
Words will build no walls.
Each word-catcher, that lives on syllables.
They say * * *'Tis three blue beans in one blue bladder.
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.
He that useth many words for the explaining any subject, doth, like the cuttle fish, hide himself for the most part in his own ink.
One of our defects as a nation is a tendency to use what have been called "weasel words." When a weasel sucks eggs the meat is sucked out of the egg. If you use a "weasel word" after another there is nothing left of the other.
O! many a shaft, at random sent,May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
We know not what we doWhen we speak words.
So all my best is dressing old words new.
The arts Babblative and Scriblative.
The artillery of words.
But from sharp words and wits men pluck no fruit;But silence is most noble till the end.
I have not skillTo pluck the sting.
I sometimes hold it half a sinIs given in outline and no more.
As the last bell struck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said, "Adsum!" and fell back. It was the word we used at school, when names were called; and lo, he, whose heart was as that of a little child, had answered to his name, and stood in the presence of The Master.
Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word,And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
Hold fast the form of sound words.
As shadows attend substances, so words follow upon things.
You [Pindar] who possessed the talent of speaking much without saying anything.
You phrase tormenting fantastic chorus,With strangest words at your beck and call.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
Would you repeat that again, sir, for it soun's sae sonorous that the words droon the ideas?
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
Fair words enough a man shall find,Their substance is but only wind.
There is no magic in words.
Most of the disputes in the world arise from words.
Rather commend yourself by your actions, than your expressions; one good action is worth twenty good expressions.
Words pass from men lightly.
The words are like Jack in a Box, and nobody knows what to make of them.
Is not the Judge bound to know the meaning of all words in the English language; or if they are used technically or scientifically, to inform his own mind by evidence, and then to determine the meaning?
Qiue ad unumfinem loqunta sunt, non debent ad alium detorqueri: Those words which are spoken to one end, ought not to be perverted to another.
Nay, gentlemen, do not quarrel about words.
He says one thing, but he does another; it seems to me to be common sense to look at what is done, and not to what is said.
We must judge of men's intentions by their acts, and not by expressions in letters, which are contrary to their acts.
Words are transient, and vanish in the air as soon as spoken, and there can be no tenor of them . . . but when a thing is written, though every omission of a letter may not make a variance, yet, if such omission makes a word of another signification, it is fatal.
