Leigh Hunt Quotes

Words are just words.

Words are important. They do matter.

All our work, our whole life is a matter of semantics, because words are the tools with which we work, the material out of which laws are made, out of which the Constitution was written. Everything depends on our understanding of them.

Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.

Speech is a very important aspect of being human. A whisper doesn't cut it.

It has not been for nothing that the word has remained man's principal toy and tool: without the meanings and values it sustains, all man's other tools would be worthless.

I believe words mean something. I really do.

Language is powerful. Words matter.

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

One must not be shy where language is concerned.

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

Words, like glasses, obscure everything they do not make clear. Before using a fine word, make a place for it.

If you say three things, you don't say anything.

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

Speech ... is an invention of man's to prevent him from thinking.

Words... They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more... I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead.

Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.

Be respectful of words. They mean something.

Words were her plague and words were her redemption.

Language is a form of organized stutter.

I gotta use words to talk to you.

Whoever is versed in the jargon does not have to say what he thinks, does not even have to think it properly. The jargon takes over this task.

You can never tell about a person by guessing...that's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood.

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