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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There are times when the power of language is not the power that is needed.
War is what happens when language fails.
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.
Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence.
The finest command of language is often shown by saying nothing.
When language fails, violence becomes a language; I never had that feeling.
All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.
Language is wild - you can't fence it or tell it what to do - and it's the same with people. Even under the worst excesses of Stalinism or consumerism, the human spirit will still express itself.
I love language, and I love the failure of language.
Language is an intrinsic part of who we are and what has, for good or evil, happened to us.