The secret things belong unto the Lord our God: but those things which are revealed belong unto us and to our children for ever, that we may do all the words of this law.
When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose. - Sir Thomas Browne,
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
We're a sentimental people. We like a few kind words better than millions of dollars given in a humiliating way.
If someone listens, or strectches out a hand, or whispers a kind word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a lonely person, extraordinary things begin to happen. -Loretta Girzartis.
Why, then the world 's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Answer me in one word. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Whose words all ears took captive. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.
If a word is worth a coin, silence is worth two.
It is as important to cultivate your silence power as your word power.
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged-- keep on-- there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.