Every two weeks, a language dies. The world is diminished when it loses its human sayings, just as when it loses its diversity of plants and beasts.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It's haunting to realize that half of the languages of the world are teetering on the brink of extinction.
War is what happens when language fails.
Language is an intrinsic part of who we are and what has, for good or evil, happened to us.
When language fails, violence becomes a language; I never had that feeling.
There is no such thing as an ugly language. Today I hear every language as if it were the only one, and when I hear of one that is dying, it overwhelms me as though it were the death of the earth.
It is time for dead languages to be quiet.
I think it's linked to the realisation that we're not going to live forever and that the way of saying and the language become more important than the story.
There are times in life when language fails us, when everything that needs to be said can be expressed only by saying nothing at all.
Language that is designed to dehumanize has consequences.
Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating.