Maurice: [in sign language; subtitled] Hurt bad? Caesar: [in sign language] You know sign? Maurice: [nods; in sign language] Circus orangutan. [Caesar and the orangutan Maurice observe John tranquilizes a chimp. Caesar grabs the bars of his cage and ...
As the man is, so is his language.
The echo knows all languages.
Poetry is the art of using language to transcend language.
Instrumental music can spread the international language.
Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.
As long as human beings speak different languages, the need for translation will continue.
The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light—grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores.
The business, task or object of the scientific study of languages will if possible be 1) to trace the history of all known languages. Naturally this is possible only to a very limited extent and for very few languages.
I would guess that the decision to create a small special purpose language or use an existing general purpose language is one of the toughest decisions that anyone facing the need for a new language must make.
My shirt and my hat always say 'World Champion' in some language. English, Spanish, Chinese, 'Star Wars' language, which is also known as Aurebesh, mermaid language.
Micro: Letters create words. Words create language. Language, we are told, permits knowledge & expression. Language is what we are. Are we jailed?
Everyone’s talking about the death and disappearance of the book as a format and an object. I don’t think that will happen. I think whatever happens, we have to figure out a way to protect our imaginations. Stories and poetry do that. You need a ...
The eyes have one language everywhere.
A different language is a different vision of life.
Music is the universal language.
I really want to adopt a child... I want to be called 'Mom.' It really is the most beautiful word in the English language.
The fact is, that for the Huichol, and for all those who refuse, who are in flight, words and things are precisely what language does not speak about. Language is a natural act which implies belonging. He who exists, speaks. He who does not speak, do...
To read well, that is, to read true books in a true spirit, is a noble exercise, and one that will task the reader more than any exercise which the customs of the day esteem. It requires a training such as the athletes underwent, the steady intention...
Who knows the language is at home everywhere.
