#word

Words form the sinew and muscle that hold societies upright, he argued. Consider the Koran, the Bible, the American Constitution, but also letters from fathers to sons, last wills, blessings, curses. Thousands upon thousands of words infused with the full spectrum of emotions fill in the nooks and corners of human life. ↗

— National Geographic Magazine

#life #love #words #words-of-wisdom #love

The rabbis paled. I’d managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#power-words #self-deprecating #men

Three,' reckoned the captain, 'ourselves make seven, counting Hawkins, here. Now, about honest hands?' Most likely Trelawney's own men," said the doctor; 'those he had picked up for himself, before he lit on Silver.' Nay,' replied the squire. 'Hands was one of mine.' I did think I could have trusted Hands,' added the captain. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#humour #pirates #pun #wit #wordplay

Some are born virtuous, some become virtuous. To be good by nature is indeed fortunate but to become good is like walking on a double-edged sword; it takes a longer time and is more painful. ↗

— Umera Ahmed

#islam #pain #peer-e-kamil #spiritual #sword

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#nature #wordsworth #nature

Λόγια που είναι πολύ σωστά φαίνονται σαν παράδοξα. ↗

— Λάο-Τσε

#psychology #religion #right #words #religion

Words... They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more... I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#respect

He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head. ↗

— John Green

#literature #reading #words #acting

You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. "You have me forever. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#fidelity #patch-cipriano #words

no army has ever marched into battle thinking that the Creator had sided with their enemy. ↗

— Terry Goodkind

#zedd #enemy