Word Quotes and Quotations
Words of affection, howsoe'er expressed, The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
A very great part of the mischiefs that vex this world arises from words.
Words writ in waters.
Fair words butter no parsnips.
Mum is the word.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
But words once spoke can never be recall'd.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
How forcible are right words!
Words are feminine; deeds are masculine.
Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
I am not yet so lost in lexicography, as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.
Words are the most powerful drug used by mankind.
We should have a great many fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, But words can never harm me.
Words will build no walls.
A word spoken in good season, how good it is!
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.
One of our defects as a nation is a tendency to use what have been called "weasel words." When a weasel sucks eggs the meat is sucked out of the egg. If you use a "weasel word" after another there is nothing left of the other.
My word fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
A word to the wise is sufficient.
Man does not live by words alone, despite the fact that sometimes he has to eat them.
But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical.
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
He utters empty words, he utters sound without mind.
You (Pindar) who possessed the talent of speaking much without saying anything.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!"