I can feel the power of the words doing the work. Must trust language more.
Antony SherThere is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.
Samuel BeckettWords are Hamlet's constant companions, his weapons, and his defenses. ...
And yet, words also serve as Hamlet's prison. He analyzes and examines every nuance of his situation until he has exhausted every angle. They cause him to be indecisive. He dallies in his own wit, intoxicated by the mix of words he can concoct; he frustrates his own burning desire to be more like his father, the Hyperion. When he says that Claudius is "... no more like my father than I to Hercules" he recognizes his enslavement to words, his inability to thrust home his sword of truth. No mythic character is Hamlet. He is stuck, unable to avenge his father's death because words control him.
Stichwörter: words
In the process, what must be spoken meets what cannot be said. Each word is a catalyst, requiring the writer to break out forcefully from another story, from the primitive camp where history, society, and politics converge, to touch upon that 'what' and that 'who.' At that touch, one finds the unlimited boundaries of man, concealed by words.
Duo DuoWords have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.
Sharon M. DraperStichwörter: words children-s-books
words...To lure the tribal shoals to epigram / And order.
Seamus HeaneyStichwörter: words poetry order tribes lures
You couldn’t leave words lying around where our enemies might find them.
Margaret AtwoodStichwörter: words
I looked up fairness in the dictionary and it was not there.
William GiraldiStichwörter: words language definition fairness fair
Words are the thread in the fabric of the universe.
Tiffany ReiszStichwörter: words
What do you think was the first sound to become a word, a meaning?...
I imagined two people without words, unable to speak to each other. I imagined the need: The color of the sky that meant 'storm.' The smell of fire taht meant 'Flee.' The sound of a tiger about to pounce. Who would worry about these things?
And then I realized what the first word must have been: ma, the sound of a baby smacking its lips in search of her mother's breast. For a long time, that was the only word the baby needed. Ma, ma, ma. Then the mother decided that was her name and she began to speak, too. She taught the baby to be careful: sky, fire, tiger. A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.
Stichwörter: words language motherhood mother mother-and-daughter
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