Silver Slipper

"Words can never fully say what we want them to say, for they fumble, stammer, and break the best porcelain. The best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak."

"I believe that words uttered in passion contain a greater living truth than do those words which express thoughts rationally conceived. It is blood that moves the body. Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things."

(via thatkindofwoman)

"Perhaps it is the scarcity of vocabulary that is the root of the problem. Love seems like such a deeply inadequate word for a concept with so many complex shades and shapes and degrees of intensity. If the Inuit have 20 words for the concept of snow, then perhaps it is because they live in a realm where the difference between each type of snow are of vital importance to them, and the minutiae of their specific vocabulary reflects that central importance. Yet, we who spend vast amounts of our time, energy, and ingenuity think about love, being loved, loving, longing for love, living for love, and even dying for love, have no more than this paltry troublesome word that is no more descriptive and effective than the word fuck is for expressing the wonderful and infinite varieties of sexual congress. Its rather like a city dweller looking at the jungle and dumbly grunting the word trees for the manifold diversity that faces him. There are plants out there that can feed him, plants that can cure him, and plants that can kill him and the sooner he identifies them the safer he will be."

"We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown."

"She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape."

"I think the names of colors are at the edge between where language fails and where it’s at its most powerful."

(via musingsinfemininity)

"i am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me."

(via nostalgiedelaboue)

"She began to whisper something in my ear. It’s the strangest thing about poetry — you can tell it’s poetry, even if you don’t speak the language. You can hear Homer’s Greek without understanding a word, and you still know it’s poetry. I’ve heard Polish poetry, and Inuit poetry, and I knew what it was without knowing. Her whisper was like that. I didn’t know the language, but her words washed through me, perfect, and in my mind’s eye I saw towers of glass and diamond; and people with eyes of the palest green; and, unstoppable, beneath every syllable, I could feel the relentless advance of the ocean."

(via florescents)