You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Words may be false and full of art; Sighs are the natural language of the heart.
Words outlive people, institutions, civilizations. Words spur images, associations, memories, inspirations and synapse pulsations. Words send off physical resonations of thought into the nethersphere. Words hurt, soothe, inspire, demean, demand, incite, pacify, teach, romance, pervert, unite, divide. Words be powerful.
The way that words fit together is always interesting to me. I love words.
I love words. They're fun. I don't think any word can just be filler. There's no room for it. It's like a puzzle. Every song can be written a million times. How can you say it differently?
When the poet makes his perfect selection of a word, he is endowing the word with life.
I love the way you can fall in love with a piece of literature; how words alone can get your heart doing that.
Art comes from a visceral need and is usually generated by something I have seen; writing comes from something that happens in my head and my heart.
Words make love with one another.
I always thought of words as art supplies.
Art is a spirit seeking flesh but finding words.