#eloquent

Not only is your story worth telling, but it can be told in words so painstakingly eloquent that it becomes a song. ↗

— Gloria Naylor

#eloquent #only #song #story #telling

No man was ever eloquent by trying to be eloquent, but only by being so. ↗

— George Henry Lewes

#eloquent #ever #man #only #trying

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. ↗

— Washington Irving

#deep #eloquently #grief #love #mark

When I wear high heels I have a great vocabulary and I speak in paragraphs. I'm more eloquent. I plan to wear them more often. ↗

— Meg Ryan

#great #heels #high #high heels #i

If you're a preacher, you talk for a living, so even if you don't make sense, you learn to make nonsense eloquently. ↗

— Andrew Young

#even #learn #living #make #nonsense

Later in life, I learnt that many things one may require have to be weighed against one's dignity, which can be an insuperable barrier against advancement in almost any direction. However, in those days, choice between dignity and unsatisfied curiosity was less clear to me as a cruel decision that had to be made. ↗

— Anthony Powell

#insightful #poignant #life

I think there are lots of ways to make good work. You can throw big bucks at a project and make what some would call crap, or you can work very modestly with eloquently moving results. ↗

— Barbara Kruger

#bucks #call #crap #eloquently #good

Words impress me. If a man can speak eloquently and beautifully to me, I just melt on the floor. ↗

— Catherine Zeta-Jones

#eloquently #floor #i #impress #just

I think every age has a medium that talks to it more eloquently than the others. In the 19th century it was symphonic music and the novel. For various technical and artistic reasons, film became that eloquent medium for the 20th century. ↗

— Walter Murch

#20th century #age #artistic #became #century

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think. ↗

— Henry Miller

#blood #eloquent #fecundity #incomprehensible #light