Henry David Thoreau Quotes

We gave you a perfectly good language and you f***ed up.

I actually don't understand a word Paula's saying anymore. It's like a new language.

I don't see the future as bright, language-wise. I see it as a glass half empty - and evaporating quickly.

Outside the pale of society, language is just as useless as an eye in darkness

Our language has become a tired and inefficient thing in the hands of journalists and writers who have nothing to say.

A poem is a form of refrigeration that stops language going bad.

There is only one way to degrade mankind permanently and that is to destroy language.

A babble of words that no one understands now fills the airwaves, and language loses all meaning as we sink slowly, mindlessly, into herstory rather than history because most rapists are men, aren't they?

Not literature alone, but society itself is wormed and rotten when language ceases to be respected not merely by advertisers and politicians, but by persons of learning and authority.

The language doesn't mean anything anymore, folks. Truth doesn't mean anything anymore.

When speech is divorced from speaker and word from meaning, what is left is just ritual, language as ritual.

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.

If the word is not dead when it reaches the hearer, he murders it at once by a contradiction, a stipulation, a condition, a digression, an interruption, and all the thousand tricks of conversation.

Somewhere we went wrong Our love is like a song But you won't sing along Have you forgotten About us

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.

Early on, people invested in me because of my letters and then, somehow, after they invested, they stopped reading them.

For it is probable that when people talk aloud, the selves (of which there may be more than two thousand) are conscious of disserverment, and are trying to communicate but when communication is established there is nothing more to be said.

We're meant to be friends but you never tell me anything.

So for all that we might speak words in each other's vicinity, this could never develop into anything that could be called a conversation. It was as though we were speaking in different languages. If the Dalai Lama were on his deathbed and the jazz musician Eric Dolphy were to try to explain to him the importance of choosing one's engine oil in accordance with changes in the sound of the bass clarinet, that exchange might have been more worthwhile and effective than my conversations with Noboru Wataya.

My daughter refuses to call me mother in public; my little grandson calls me Spongeslob Squarebottom, and nobody else ever calls me at all.

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

Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I don't know how to read.

Two nations divided by a common language.