#lang

The langour of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth - all save this come and go with us through life...These things are a part of life itself; but languor - the relaxation of yet unwearied sinews, the mind sequestered and self-regarding, the sun standing still in the heavens and the earth throbbing to our own pulse - that belongs to Youth alone and dies with it. ↗

— Evelyn Waugh

#life #youth #life

A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#life #poetry #life

Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and one day in its turn language shall have preceded possession of silence. ↗

— Clarice Lispector

#language #love #life

Don't, Sir, accustom yourself to use big words for little matters. ↗

— Samuel Johnson

#importance #language #words #life

I am firmly of the opinion that people who can’t speak have nothing to say. It’s one more thing we do to the poor, the deprived: cut out their tongues … allow them a language as lousy as their life ↗

— William H. Gass

#life

If, as I suspect, my body survives by uttering itself over and over again, then I have some questions. If [I] am one word, so are my daughters, so are all of us in strings and loops. Each life is one short word slowly uttered. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#story #life

The world was full of waistrels and waifs, sycophants and spies - all of whom put words to the wrong use, who made everything that was said or written suspect ↗

— David Levithan

#life #life

I'm made mute by the virtue of decision And I choose most of your life goes on without me Oh the fear I've known That I might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my own All I've sown was a song But maybe I was wrong ↗

— Emily Saliers

#kiss #language #life

I make sacrifices in reward of trinkets for my gilded cage. ↗

— Solange nicole

#money #poetic #society #solange #life

To abandon language is to stop/creating a place other than your own life/in which to live. It is to enter/the terrible certainty of the flesh. Even god/is only possible through language. ↗

— Jude Nutter

#life