Your body language can tell a different story from what’s going on inside of you. Hold your head high, shoulders back, and chest out. Others will see confidence, and soon you’ll feel confident too.

When you are learning through poetry how to speak English, it lends to a great understanding of sound, of pitch, of pronunciation, so I think of my speech impediment not as a weakness or a disability, but as one of my greatest strengths.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a

She asked me how to spell orange.

Again, language matters.
Children have been taught-
America: without her, democracy fails.
But the truth is:
America without her democracy fails.

Words matter, for
Language is an ark.
Yes,
Language is an art,
An articulate artifact.
Language is a life craft.
Yes,
Language is a life raft.

Wise son of a bitch, you’re one of those sons of bitches with a vocabulary and you like to lay it around!

Poetry has never been the language of barriers, it’s always been the language of bridges.

Love’s language is imprecise, fits more like mittens than gloves.

Remember that although they may speak a different language, they are still the same kind of people as the folks you know at home, have the same mental processes, are just as kindly and just as friendly. Remember that, quit talking and start over again – in pantomime.

Silence is the language of Om. We need silence to be able to reach our Self. Both internal and external silence is very important to feel the presence of that supreme Love.

Comment dis-tu ‘Oh my God, I don’t know nearly enough French to pass French II’ en français?

“But why Alaska?” I asked her.
She smiled with the right side of her mouth. “Well, later, I found out what it means. It’s from an Aleut word, Alyeska. It means ‘that which the sea breaks against,’ and I love that. But at the time, I just saw Alaska up there. And it was big, just like I wanted to be. And it was damn far away from Vine Station, Alabama, just like I wanted to be.”

Can you keep up with my lingo?

I speak hair. English is my second language.

Truck drivers are usually quite unsophisticated in their language and manners.

Creation takes place through words, a series of ‘And God Saids’ bringing each new stage of life into being. Language is God’s divine power made manifest in the world.

It is a misfortune for Anglo-American friendship that the two countries are supposed to have a common language. A Frenchman in America is not expected to talk like an American, but an Englishman speaking his mother tongue is thought to be affected and giving himself airs. Or else he is taken for a German or a Dutchman, and is complemented on his grammatical mastery of the language of another nation.

Man is the namer; by this we recognize that through him pure language speaks. All nature, insofar as it communicates itself, communicates itself in language, and so finally in man. Hence, he is the lord of nature and can give names to things. Only through the linguistic being of things can he get beyond himself and attain knowledge of them-in the name. God’s creation is completed when things receive their names from man, from whom in name language alone speaks.

The English have no respect for their language, and will not teach their children to speak it. They spell it so abominably that no man can teach himself what it sounds like. It is impossible for an Englishman to open his mouth without making some other Englishman hate or despise him.

I thinke it not amisse to forewarne you that you thrust as few wordes of many sillables into your verse as may be: and hereunto I might alledge many reasons: first the most auncient English wordes are of one sillable, so that the more monasyllables that you use, the truer Englishman you shall seeme, and the lesse you shall smell of the Inkehorne.

‘English fair play’ is a fine expression. It justifies the bashing of the puny draper’s assistant by the big hairy blacksmith, and this to the perfect satisfaction of both parties, if they are worthy the name of Englishman.

We switch to another language not our invented language or the language we’ve learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.

All Englishmen talk as if they’ve got a bushel of plums stuck in their throats, and then after swallowing them get constipated from the pips.

“It is in bad taste,” is the most formidable word an Englishman can pronounce.

Look at the goddamn sax player from ‘Lost Boys’ out here trying to rub the goddamn language barrier in my face.

Some stories are meant to be experienced by everyone and language and culture are no bar.