Ben Jonson Quotes

Language is our way of communicating what we want and who we are.

And yet, words are the passkeys to our souls. Without them, we can't really share the enormity of our lives.

Words are our life. We are human because we use language. So I think we are less human when we use less language.

My language is what I use, and if I lost that, I wouldn't be able to say anything.

My hands, my feet, I throw my whole body to say all that is within me.

Speech is the mirror of the soul.

I can speak at length and use my brain. It's nice to be able to show that side of me.

The poetry is myself.

All which isn't singing is mere talking... and all talking's to oneself alone but the very song of (as mountains feel and lovers) singing is silence.

It is not my deeds that I write down, it is myself, my essence.

Speech is a mirror of the soul: as a man speaks, so is he.

Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons.

The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second “you.

I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.

Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.

We have to articulate ourselves. Otherwise we would be cows in the field.

I hardly ever talk- words seem such a waste, and they are none of them true. No one has yet invented a language from my point of view.

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.

Language is a form of organized stutter.

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?

Words are the only arteries of thought our poor human body possesses.

Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want.

It [doesn't matter] what you look like, where you come from, or what you do for a living. All that matters is that we continue to fan the flame of humanity by living our lives as the ultimate creative expression of who we really are.

Music is reflection of self.