Joyce Meyer Quotes

I love the English language. Words have power.

The words of the world want to make sentences.

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

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.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

Words outlive people, institutions, civilizations. Words spur images, associations, memories, inspirations and synapse pulsations. Words send off physical resonations of thought into the nethersphere. Words hurt, soothe, inspire, demean, demand, incite, pacify, teach, romance, pervert, unite, divide. Words be powerful.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

No matter where we live, we have to use words. Once you've been looking into words, their stories, it's easy to fall in love with them.

Words are as strong and powerful as bombs, as napalm.

I think there are some people for whom words are like food.

Language is powerful. Words matter.

Words are what created our world. Words are what keep it going.

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 are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

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

Those things for which we find words, are things we have already overcome.

I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.

The power of language, it seems to me, is the only kind of power a writer is entitled to.

It took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last.

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.

Language is our way of communicating what we want and who we are. By using bad language, we diminish the divine spark within us that defines our humanity.

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

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! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

Language is power... Language can be used as a means of changing reality.