I like writing books. I really love words. I love to read.
I think I feel in love with words before I feel in love with music.
I've always been a writer. I've always loved words, ever since I was a kid.
I love words, I think they're fascinating and incredibly wonderful things and part of the joy of my work is that I not only get to work with music but also with words. Sometimes it's a difficult process but a lot of the time it's really fun.
My dad taught me true words you have to use in every relationship. Yes, baby.
Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.
And if my mind breaks up In all so many ways I know the meaning of The words, "I love you
You have to fall in love with hanging around words.
My principal commitment is playing the piano. But I always loved words.
Fall in love so madly that every leaf whispers words of love to your lover. Every raindrop explodes with only one word as it hits the Earth.
Words are so lovable. How could you not love words?
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
A man who makes known his love by words is a fool.
I fell in love with words and I think that made my mom smile. I think that was cool for her.
I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn't know. It was something I always did.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
I am simply of the opinion that you cannot be taught to write. You have to spend a lifetime in love with words.
There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness.
I fell in love with words in all languages, and I read everything I could find, particularly myths and legends and histories and archeology and any novels.
Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted.
Granted, I'm someone who loves words. I've always loved poetry - so it's suited to me.
If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.
It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.
When the truths of love are planted firm, they won't be hard to find. And words of love I speak to you will echo in your mind.
