Anu Garg Quotes

Words are so lovable. How could you not love words?

I love words.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Words are all we have.

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

I grew up with a love of words.

I have always, always loved words.

The words of the world want to make sentences.

Words are the coins making up the currency of sentences, and there are always too many small coins.

Words are the tools of 'to be' - of expression. They are completely built on the fact that you 'are,' and in order to express it, you have built a little alphabet, and you make your words from it.

If you can talk, you can write.

The only thing you have to know are your words.

Our world isn't made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language.

I was born into a profession in which my love of words, chosen with care for their meaning and nuance, was extremely important, not only to me, but also to the people with whom I worked with.

I grew up in an atmosphere where words were an integral part of culture.

I love the English language. Words have power.

Language is very important to me.

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.

For language to have meaning, there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance. He who retires into silence does not necessarily hate language. Perhaps it is love and respect for language which imposes silence upon him. For the mercy of God is not heard in words unless it is heard, both before and after the words are spoken, in silence.

In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.

Words, words. They're all we have to go on.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

We live and breathe words.

A word is no light matter. Words have with truth been called fossil poetry, each, that is, a symbol of a creative thought.