Aldous Huxley Quotes

One word is worth a thousand pictures. If it's the right word.

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

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!

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

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

I never knew words could be so confusing," Milo said to Tock as he bent down to scratch the dog's ear. "Only when you use a lot to say a little," answered Tock. Milo thought this was quite the wisest thing he'd heard all day.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

Words," he said, "is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life.

Whatever one wishes to say, there is one noun only by which to express it, one verb only to give it life, one adjective only which will describe it. One must search until one has discovered them, this noun, this verb, this adjective, and never rest content with approximations, never resort to trickery, however happy, or to vulgarism, in order to dodge the difficulty.

Common fluency of speech in many men and most women is owing to a scarcity of matter.

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

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

Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit,True or false, that never dies;Every word man's lips have utteredEchoes in God's skies.

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.

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

Public speaking is the art of diluting a two-minute idea with a two-hour vocabulary.

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

Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move.

Get what you can with words, because words are free, but the words of an armed man ring that much sweeter.

Words are so awesome. Words are containers for power. They carry either creative power or destructive power.

We never say so much as when we do not quite know what we want to say. We need few words when we have something to say, but all the words in all the dictionaries will not suffice when we have nothing to say and want desperately to say it.

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?

Men command fewer words than they have ideas to express, and language, as Jean Paul said, is a dictionary of faded metaphors.

Speech is an old torn net, through which the fish escape as one casts it over them.