Arabic is a language, Persian is a delicacy and Turkish is an art.
It has always been a mystery to me how Adam, Eve, and the serpent were taught the same language. Where did they get it? We know now, that it requires a great number of years to form a language; that it is of exceedingly slow growth. We also know that...
Metaphor isn't just decorative language. If it were, it wouldn't scare us so much. . . . Colorful language threatens some people, who associate it, I think, with a kind of eroticism (playing with language in public = playing with yourself), and with ...
Regret; The saddest word in the English language.
Between 1910 and 1950 approximately 350 lives of Jesus were published in the English language alone.
But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.
Body language has no translation.
Anyone can grow into something beautiful.
Sex must be important as it is so expensive.
I see tendencies, I see body language.
Image is an international language.
We tend to look through language and not realize how much power language has.
If human language, with its logic, is the way God has given us to understand the world, then the Torah must be understood in that same language and with that same logic.
Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.
For me, French is so rich and so sacred that learning it is like learning a foreign language.
Comics is a language. It's a language most people understand intuitively.
Language is visibly invisible, and a foreign language is camouflaged. In another language, I love you may appear like common tree bark.
If language is lost, humanity is lost. If writing is lost, certain kinds of civilization and society are lost, but many other kinds remain - and there is no reason to think that those alternatives are inferior.
If you look at the historical record, you will find that language has always been in decline. Which means, really, and it never has.
Arguments about language are usually arguments about politics, disguised and channeled through one of our most distinctive markers of identity.
Thousands of miles from Georgia, beginning that night in England, my dad became a foreign-language speaker to me – and I was utterly charmed by it. I found the foreigner in myself.
