Language Quote by Hilda Doolittle Download Open image “Words were her plague and words were her redemption.” — Hilda Doolittle ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Language Plague Redemption
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“Words were the bane of her existence. She drowned in them when all she wanted was silence, only to have them recede when one… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“She alone was left standing, amid the accumulated riches of her mansion, while a host of men lay stricken at her feet. Like those… — Emile Zola Copy Share Image
She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings. — Danielle Steel Copy Share Image
To Lord upon the slaughter. Like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her. For the death of love. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
“She was being released from the sorrows of the soil that had bred her.” — Nadine Bjursten Copy Share Image
She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English. — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
“She was as simple-hearted and honest as the day was long, and so she was an easy victim. She gathered together her quack periodicals… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“she was the kind of woman who only gave herself away in small doses, leaving men wandering like little children at all that she… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“Sheltered Garden" I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest-- then… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
That way of inspiration is always open, and open to everyone; it acts as go-between, interpreter, it explains symbols of the past in to-day's… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
When you would think, "what was the use of it," you'll remember something you can't grasp and you'll wonder what it was. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus, the palette, the pen, the quill endure, though our books are a floor of smouldering ash under our feet. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Soft are the hands of Love, but what soft hands clutched at the thorny ground, scratched like a small white ferret or foraging whippet… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . . — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
I put myself in the student's place and remember the frustrations, doubts, determination, and desires I felt when I was going through the initial… — Ted Martinez Copy Share Image
Usually male directors have to use foul language to get the job done. But I never came down to that level as being a… — Divya Khosla Kumar Copy Share Image
A man walks down the street. It's a street in a strange world. Maybe it's the third world. Maybe it's his first time around.… — Paul Simon Copy Share Image
It's like saying French shouldn't be taught because you don't understand it because it's new. Shakespeare is just like learning a new, exciting language. — Samuel Barnett Copy Share Image
I am attracted to looking at the different things language can mean even in one sometimes quite ordinary utterance. Writing is partly about listening… — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
What is music? Music is language. A human being wants to express ideas in this language, but not ideas that can be translated into… — Anton Webern Copy Share Image
You're beautiful, cute, pretty, gorgeous, and fuck.. I ran out of words. — Raghib Clitso Copy Share Image
The world has a soul and whoever understands that soul can also understand the language of many things. — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“The words for what I want to say right now don't exist. Everything sounds…so cliché.” — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
A man cannot speak but he judges himself. With his will or against his will he draws his portrait to the eye of his… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Words can kill you trust towards someone, mind you language people, every reaction had its consequence. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
