Words
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I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
Words are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble.
Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone's face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love? These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear many fruits, here in this world and the life to come.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.
For all sad words of tongue and pen,
The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul — and sings the tunes without the words — and never stops at all.
We have the oldest written constitution still in force in the world, and it starts out with three words, 'We, the people'.
If we wander around as politicians jumping at every shadow and desperately afraid of having our words taken out of context or attacks layered on in an unfair way, I think we're actually doing a disrespect to Canadians, to people's intelligence.
It seems like I've been writing since birth! I started writing poems before I got to school. I wrote the class musical in first grade — both words and music. It was about a bunch of vegetables who got together in a salad. I played the chief carrot!
Words — so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
I always worried I'd forget my lines or say the wrong words or the audience would laugh in the wrong places.
Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.
The most powerful words in English are 'Tell me a story', words that are intimately related to the complexity of history, the origins of language, the continuity of the species, the taproot of our humanity, our singularity, and art itself.
Nothing else can quite substitute for a few well-chosen, well-timed, sincere words of praise. They're absolutely free and worth a fortune.
