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If you give someone Fortran, he has Fortran. If you give someone Lisp, he has any language he pleases
The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin.
(Hungarian ... ) the only tongue the devil respects
He says I am from there, I am from here, but I am neither there nor here. I have two names which meet and part ... I have two languages, but I have long forgotten - which is the language of my dreams
She is written in a foreign tongue.
between Scylla and Charybdis,
My language is the sum total of myself.
Ultimately Zamenhof's language [Esperanto] was and is more than a proposed solution to the language problem: it is an attempt to confront the spirit of inequality, of intolerance, of hatred that is tearing apart our beautiful world.
Hic sunt leones. Here be lions.
- Elka Cloke, This Bitter Language
You are still a very loosome lass, Lael Click." "Loosome?" "Lovely. But you need tae regain your strength. I canna wed and bed so wee a fairy.
No,' I say l. 'It's not all right. But I couldn't help it-- Tim Tharp
Distringit librorum multitudo
(the abundance of books is distraction)
The mongrel tongue of Slaver's Bay, an ugly blend of Old Ghiscari and High Valyrian.
We are suspended in language.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
My homeland is the portuguese language.
And the greatest pity that the obscure lgala language is a borrowed and stolen mixture of the WaZoBia.
During several centuries Clochemerle, far from the cities and trade routes, had lived in stillness and isolation. But now, at last, the clamour of the great world was crossing the invisible barrier, bringing doubts, temptations, and discontents.
Language is the tool of the tools
I pursue my case, Monsieur, I speak English, Italian and German, and I want justice in all three languages. I have been damaged by unlove. It makes at inappropriate moments when I should be dignified.
This book of Montaigne the world has endorsed by translating it into all tongues.
A young man who is here speaks the Panis language, and in many other respects, is preferable.
Their language was an old wild language. They had known incredible loves and dark adventures and the twisted streets of alien cities. They had known the green breaking waves of the sea, and the green aisles of the silent forests. They had known war and death and fierce, cruel elation.
Unintelligible language is a lantern without a light.
Whenever one reads of the determination of the species, or opens a book on natural science and history, in whatever language, one inevitably comes across the name of Linne.
French was my first language.
I want to find a language that transforms language itself into steel for the spirit
a language to use against these sparkling insects, these jets.
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
L'chaim. It means 'to life.
Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.
I'm bored, lalalallalalala OLLI OXEN SOMETHING!!
It's daunting to find the language so foreign, so distant, but also so thrilling. One is absolved of responsibility when the language is incomprehensible.
The most expuisite beauty has strangeness in its proportions ... Ligeia
The technical brilliance of Lang Lang and the musical genius to create a masterpiece on the spot.
BAAL ONE, PLIEADES CLUSTER 4210
The King of the Pleiades was well prepared for the last war. This, however, was not it." -Renegades of Ophelia's World
But a library is a gorgeous language that you will never speak fluently.
Today, whether we are doing algebra or playing with the computer, we are, in effect, benefitting from some inheritance of the quest for a perfect language.
For a Polyglot Federation
If you love language, it will love you back.
Laia is the wild dance of a Tribal campfire, while Helene is the cold blue of an alchemist's flame.
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
Language is a virus from outer space
When Aquatics are overwhelmed, they seek out the tallest object in view, lie on their backs, put their heads against it and look up. The ritual is called litill, and its purpose is to remind believers that they are actually quite small and, therefore, so are their problems.
CSL - cock- sucking-lips.
Polish, Lithuanian, and German - "Dom.
Language is where the tongue fails itself over & over again.
Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. He wanted another landscape, and another tongue.
Language is not an abstract construction of the learned, or of dictionary-makers, but is something arising out of the work, needs, ties, joys, affections, tastes, of long generations of humanity, and has its bases broad and low, close to the ground.
The language marches in step with the executioners.
Therefore we must get a new language.
It's leviOsa, not levioSA!
Language: the one tool that enables us to grasp hold of our lives and transcend our fate by understanding it.
the Poor Men of Lyons,
yee naaldlooshii." "The
Th' first thing to have in a libry is a shelf.
Fr'm time to time this can be decorated with lithrachure.
But th' shelf is th' main thing.
Monolingualism is the illiteracy of the 21st century!
A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else.
I speak to you in one tongue/ but every moment that ever mattered to me/ occurred in another language.
I love you, lirsha
Long, I am woman who speaks but one language, the language of the fall
discontentment and self-condemnation, the critical eye and the never satisfied.
I may speak many languages, but there remains one in which I live.
What is it to know a variety of languages, but merely to have a variety of sounds express the same idea? Original thought is ore of the mind; language is but the stamp and coinage by which it is put into circulation.
A linguist who specialised in the languages of incense and burnt offerings, of moths and radial cremations.
Despite every advancement, language remains the defining nexus of our humanity; it is where our knowledge and hope lie. It is the precondition of human tenderness, mightier than the sword but also infinitely more subtle and ultimately more urgent.
Calamus fortior gladio.
Did you seriously just use the word 'loins'?
Go litel bok, go, litel myn tragedye,
Ther God thi makere yet, er that he dye,
So sende myght to make in som comedye!
But litel book, no makyng thow n'envie,
But subgit be to alle poesye;
And kis the steppes where as thow seest pace
Virgile, Ovide, Omer, Lucan, and Stace.
Besyn larveth'is!
Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German; but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.
[That form of] eloquence, the foster-child of licence, which fools call liberty.
[Lat., Eloquentia, alumna licentiae, quam stulti libertatem vocabant.]
If you know only one language, you're a prisoner, stuck in the tyranny of that one language.
Language is me, in a way. Really, I feel it.
The Dream of a Common Language
Like so many poor Ilokanos, my grandparents left their village, for it could no longer sustain them. The Ilocos is a narrow coastal plain where, so often, the mountain drops to the sea. Land hunger had always afflicted the Ilokanos and made them migratory.
Lucy in the sky. Without her I am the walrus, likely to lose myself in dark gibberish and fade away." Lance Underphal, Cut-Throat Syndrome.
Bright fame, bright glory will crown Lavinia. But she brings her people war.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor illis.
(In this place I am a barbarian, because men do not understand me.)
You've got a new Spanish-language album out now ["90 Millas," released in September of 2007], and the single ["No Llores"] is #1 on the Billboard Latin chart.
When two lovers discover a language of their own.
Love, my ass. The international language is food.
I have the name for the best likker from here to hell and back.
Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
My first language is Gaelic.
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
I wi-li-lished I li-li-lived in Molahonkey la-la-land The la-la-land where I-li-li was bo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lorn So I-li-li could play-la-lay my o-lo-lold banjo-lo-lo My o-lo-lold ban-jo-lo-lo won't go-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo.
Rise, Luthiel, in the name of love you came and in the name of love I crown you!
There is something of the freshness of mind, of the lightness of spirit in Linne which for centuries has been linked in people's minds with the mountains of Sweden and Swedish joy in nature.
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
I've got some gift for languages. You follow your gift. But Latin's not easy.
Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]
I know you don't think that any tongue I speak is mine; it must be rented. I am always denial, or pretense. A child born mid-flight has no nation. I can pull on either culture, but they always melt like a dream, trickle away, water on the oiled pelt of foreign.
The involuntary poetry of one who is not fluent in the language.
I love you, Li. You're mine. My woman. My property. My fuckin' old lady...my fuckin' forever.
A STRANGE MOON WORD
Product of a myriad various minds and contending tongues, compact of obscure and minute association, a language has its own abundant and often recondite laws, in the habitual and summary recognition of which scholarship consists.
I would like to be a polyglot.
Kalevala, whereas
Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
The way we look is our second tongue!