Barack Obama Quotes

Words are much better at relating emotions and thoughts.

Words are the voice of the heart.

So the lover must struggle for words.

It's always like you write a poem when you can't really say what you're trying to say.

All people in the world - who are not hermits or mutes - speak words. They speak different languages, but they speak words. They say, "How are you" or "I'm not feeling well" all over the world. These common words - these common elements that we have between us - the writer has to take some verbs and nouns and pronouns and adjectives and adverbs and arrange them in a way that sound fresh.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

By words one transmits thoughts to another, by means of art, one transmits feelings.

Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.

There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.

Goosnargh," said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.

A lack of communication leaves fear and doubt.

Words are the only bread we can really share.

Thus the feeling I sometimes have - which all of us who work closely with aphasiacs have - that one cannot lie to an aphasiac. He cannot grasp your words, and cannot be deceived by them; but what he grasps he grasps with infallible precision, namely the expression that goes with the words, the total, spontaneous, involuntary expressiveness which can never be simulated or faked, as words alone can, too easily.

Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.

The tongue walkes where the teeth speede not.

I'm sure. But it doesn't work with me. for one thing, you won't look me in the eye. As for the other...I don't know. I can just tell.

I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.

The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.

Words are like eyeglasses they blur everything that they do not make clear.

Because I am a storyteller I live by words. Perhaps music is a purer art form. It may be that when we communicate with life on another planet, it will be through music, not through language or words.

Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.

Language is the most beautiful and destructive thing because it allows you to express yourself, but it totally confuses everything.

She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?