I have found you an argument: but I am not obliged to find you an understanding.
Aim at the sun, and you may not reach it; but your arrow will fly far higher than if aimed at an object on a level with yourself.
“Where did you put it?” “Put what?” “You know?” “Where do you think?” “Oh.”
For I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and big words Bother me.
Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts…
…exaggerated turns of speech conceal mediocre affections: as if the fulness of the soul might not sometimes overflow in the emptiest of metaphors, since no one, ever, can give the exact measurements of his needs, nor of his conceptions, nor of his sufferings, and the human word is like a
There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable. There is no way you can tell the child that if language had been a
Language exists only on the surface of our consciousness. The great human struggles are played out in silence and in the ability to express oneself.