Quotes and Sayings about Letters

If you stop to think about it, you’ll have to admit that all the stories in the world consist essentially of twenty-six letters. The letters are always the same, only the arrangement varies. From letters words are formed, from words sentences, from sentences chapters, and from chapters stories.

People aren't like numbers. They're more like letters. And those letters want to become stories. And dad said that stories need to be shared.

Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.

Where words are scarse, they are seldome spent in vaine.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

After all, only so much we can say,
words can lose their meaning, once you walk away.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

A heavy hart can't be freed by words. But words can lead to action.

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

Long before blades and sorcery are needed, words... can save a soul.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

When asked, 'How do you write?' I invariably answer, 'one word at a time.'

Words are like swords. If you use them the wrong way, they can turn into ugly weapons.

The written word endures, the spoken word disappears.

That words could cause something in the world, make someone move or stop, laugh or cry: even as a child he had found it extraordinary and it never stopped impressing him. How did words do that? Wasn't it like magic?

Love is a word you gave it a name.

All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.

A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.

"One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us."

If you have never spent whole afternoons with burning ears and rumpled hair, forgetting the world around you over a book, forgetting cold and hunger-

If you have never read secretly under the bedclothes with a flashlight, because your father or mother or some other well-meaning person has switched off the lamp on the plausible ground that it was time to sleep because you had to get up so early-

If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless-

If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next.

I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book.

If you don't like to read you haven't found the right book.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.

Never memorize what you can look up in books.

Jeod: "Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life."

I'm sorry, but how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

One should never underestimate the power of books.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.

I wake up in the morning and my mind starts making sentences, and I have to get rid of them fast - talk them or write them down.

Complete sentences - now there's something that's hard to come by these days.

How would it be after the last sentence? The last sentence he had always feared and from the middle of a book, he had always been tormented by the thought that there would inevitably be a last sentence.

Having conquered numbers, humankind moved on to something even more boring: by inventing writing.

Science shall not live on numbers and calculations alone, Benjamin. Have a little faith, no? And a little love too.

Why are numbers so important? I take up a film I like, give it my best, and move on.

It doesn't matter if you're a good or bad person on the inside. The numbers don't care.

Money is numbers and numbers never end. If it takes money to be happy, your search for happiness will never end.

The beginning is always dark.

Human passions have mysterious ways, in children as well as grown-ups. Those affected by them can’t explain them, and those who haven’t known them have no understanding of them at all.

"You see, Momo," he told her one day, "it's like this: Sometimes, when you've a very long street ahead of you, you think how terribly long it is and feel sure you'll never get it swept."
He gazed silently into space before continuing.
"And then you start to hurry," he went on. "You work faster and faster, and every time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before, and you try even harder, and you panic, and in the end you're out of breath and have to stop - and still the street stretches away in front of you. That's not the way to do it."

He pondered a while. Then he said, "You must never think of the whole street at once, understand? You must only concentrate on the next step, the next breath, the next stroke of the broom, and the next, and the next. Nothing else."
Again he paused for thought before adding, "That way you enjoy your work, which is important, because then you make a good job of it. And that's how it ought to be."

Songs are as sad as the listener.

Word to the wise writer: never underestimate your secondary characters! But watch them... they sneak off with stuff.

But time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.