When language fails, violence becomes a language; I never had that feeling.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Language failed me very often, but then, the substitute for me was silence, but not violence.
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.
I never felt any attraction towards violence. I never tried to express myself through violence. Violence is a language.
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.
I love language because when it succeeds, for me, it doesn't just tell me something. It enacts something. It creates something. And it goes both ways. Sometimes it's violent. Sometimes it hurts you. And sometimes it saves you.
There are times when the power of language is not the power that is needed.
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.
It's haunting to realize that half of the languages of the world are teetering on the brink of extinction.
I love language, and I love the failure of language.