I may get a thousand likes and words of appreciation from others but why is it that just one smiley from you means the world to me!
Words of our hearts have their own dictionary
Words are not enough to express my feelings for you. But all I can tell you is that a part of me dies each time you go faraway from me.
There are two most important and inevitable words in love are:- Perception and projection.
He does not know where the words will lead. Nor can he direct their course.
There is great power & authority in words. The kind of power depends on the kinds of words. We can curse ourselves by speaking negativity & evil or we can bless ourselves by speaking positively. We reap what we sow. We sow words & reap according to what we have sown.
Words, too, have genuine substance -- mass and weight and specific gravity.
Human suffering has been caused because too many of us cannot grasp that words are only tools for our use. The mere presence in the dictionary of a word like 'living' does not mean it necessarily has to refer to something definite in the real world.
Vividly mortal on the verge of outrageous ideals blending in with the flowing concept of a caged singing bird longing for the final chaos only the wind will ever bring, undergoing the slow progress of the third wave of the futuristic trance. Analyze the crux of new age black holes characterizing your mind with mine, never fall in love while you're dead asleep at the wheel; turning degrees higher than the circling star above the golden ceiling, and despite the rough hard intellect one poem by accident or purpose will bring any being to their knees, cutting off your tongue for her motherly instinct outside any language, and further than any classic realm reborn of dying art forgotten of by beautiful deceptions and silver screens dreams.
He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
We live and breathe words.
So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.
The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.
There's nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in a book you've read only once can't.
The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of past centuries.
I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
I like libraries. It makes me feel comfortable and secure to have walls of words, beautiful and wise, all around me. I always feel better when I can see that there is something to hold back the shadows.
At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
