Favorite Words Quotes

What are we going to blow up?"
Morgan sighed happily and slapped joss on the back. " Kid ... you just said my seven favorite words. ~ Heather Brewer

Not that there's anything wrong with geeky," Link says before Dad has a chance to. Geeky is one of Dad's favorite words, and I listen with glee to my brother's imitation of our father: "Geeky people often have that which is most valuable in this life." Link pauses here for effect, so that James and I can join in, shouting Dad's favorite phrase, "A mind with its own heartbeat. ~ Garret Freymann-Weyr

A slippage, what has not come to pass or what has passed, a bit of nothingness or a bit of everything if one considers all a slip of paper might hold. ~ Meia Geddes

I burned through all of my extra lives in a matter of minutes, and my two least-favorite words appeared on the screen: GAME OVER. ~ Ernest Cline

Collaborative is my favorite word in moviemaking. ~ J.K. Simmons

My favorite words in the world are these:
"what" and "if" in conjunction.
They question curiosities
in simple form and function.
"What" is a query of broadest scope.
"If" is wonder that fuels all hope.
Together they lasso the mind like rope, and spur the wildest deductions! ~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I think "majority" is one of my least favorite words. It's so often used to justify bad decisions. ~ Emma Newman

But my personal favorite words of wisdom came from Gulley during the last thirty minutes of the trip, when she broke up a backseat scuffle by declaring, 'When you lick the person sitting next to you, there's a good chance you're going to get punched.'
I believe the only reason that gem is missing from the book of Proverbs is because Solomon must never have traveled with three kids in the back of his chariot. ~ Melanie Shankle

So tell me what brings you here," Laney says. Adam and I look at each other. He says nothing. Ass-hat. That's one of Jenny's favorite words, and it's becoming one of mine, too. I wait him out, staring steadily, wondering if he can feel the poison seeping out of my heart. ~ Kristan Higgins

It was he [Vincent] who helped me to accommodate my life in such a way that I can be at peace with myself. Serenity - this was the favorite word of both of them [Vincent and Theo], the something they considered the highest. Serenity - I have found it. ~ Johanna Van Gogh-Bonger

My favorite word is existentialism. I can't say it and I'm not quite sure what it means. ~ Geri Halliwell

My favorite word? Yes. ~ Pamela Anderson

My heart gave a weird little flutter. I'd been around Lexi for over a month, listening to her gush over boys, watching her point out the "gorgeous" ones. I understood human beauty now, and I'd even reached the point where I could nudge Lexi toward a cute guy, and she would agree that he was hot, but I still didn't get the fascination.
Maybe all the boy-watching had finally sunk in, because this stranger was, to use two of Lexi's favorite words, absolutely gorgeous. ~ Julie Kagawa

What's that?" Mr. Bynum said. He leaned over me, fists doubled up.
"Vagina, fallopian tube, penis, scrotum," I said.
It took them both aback. I meant for it to.
"That ain't what you said," Mr. Bynum said. But I had him slightly off guard.
"No sir," I said. "What I said to Mrs. Bynum was cunt and prick and fuck and shit." I pronounced each word very distinctly. The Bynums were silent. The encounter had taken a bewildering turn. I gave them no time to regroup.
"I'm telling you all my favorite words," I said. "Anus, penis, semen, nipple, clitoris, pubic hair. I can say them louder," I said. "I can say them faster. Fuck screw ball. Fuck – screw – ball. Fuck screw ball fuck screw ball."
I got to my knees. I spoke louder. "Lick suck lick suck lick suck," I said. The Bynums were staring. My hair was wild, I was wet and muddy, I was rising from the grass chanting terrible words. I rose, I chanted.
"Titillate, masturbate, cunnilingus," I said. "Cunt prick fuck shit."
I got a little louder as I walked toward Mrs. Bynum.
"Cunt vagina cunt vagina cunt vagina cunt," I said. I turned toward Mr. Bynum. "Nipple nipple nipple nipple," I said. I was chanting. I was getting louder. They looked scared. I had them backing up.
"You maniac!" Mrs. Bynum said. Her voice wasn't steady anymore. "I want to go in, Lloyd."
They turned and left, but I didn't stop. I followed them up the sidewalk, weaving from side to side and chanting "Cunt vagina cun ~ Larry McMurtry

You realize if you stand in my kitchen, I'm gonna put you to work, right?" Bunny asked after a minute.
"I'm at your service," he said.
She laughed. "My favorite words ever. ~ Laura Kaye

Here's a funny question:
What is your favorite word?
Think about it - maybe it's a word that makes you absolutely happy, or a word that sounds gloriously beautiful, or a word that evokes awe and wonder. Maybe you are reminded of a great time when you hear it, or maybe it represents your life's dream.
So, what is it? What is your favorite word of all words?
Thought about it yet?
Good.
And now, think why. ~ Vera Nazarian

They seemed to be quiet types, the women and men in rubber-soled shoes. Their favorite word, after literacy, was privacy
for their patrons and themselves. ~ Marilyn Johnson

We forget that IMPOSSIBLE is one of God's favorite words ~ Max Lucado

over the decades her books became such a part of her that the ink somehow escaped her veins & bloomed her favorite words & images onto her skin. now the world would have no doubt: she was the pagebound girl. ~ Amanda Lovelace

He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked.
"You don't use that in your hair," she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many
hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. "Rose, lemon verbena, or ... " She sniffed the glass
bottle. "Jasmine." She squinted down at him.
He was staring up at her, his green eyes full of the words he knew he didn't have to say. Do I look
like I care what you pick? ~ Sarah J. Maas

Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist, except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice. ~ Paul Auster

She had very much looked forward to a word in private with him. But she forgot, as she usually did, the silence that always came between them in these latter years, whenever they found themselves alone.

The queer sensation in her chest, however, was all too familiar, that mix of pleasure and pain, never one without the other.

She could have done without those feelings. She would have happily gone her entire life never experiencing the pangs of longing and the futility of regret. He made her human - or as human as she was capable of being. And being human was possibly her least favorite aspect of life. ~ Sherry Thomas

After the merch booth has closed, I join the melee, but am nudged to the middle of the mob, and then the back, where I stand on my toes to watch person after person embrace my husband. Jeff's words from our pseudo-poker game rise to the surface of my consciousness and bob there, refusing to be silenced. This is the very definition of being a supporting character. But I don't really mind that I'm this far away - I can still see the smile on his face as bright as a spotlight, and his joy seems to vibrate across the distance. Surely everyone knows what a big deal this must be to him, but I still look at him and remember the subway musician hunched over his guitar, sitting on a narrow stool, guitar case open at his feet. And now here he is, wearing a suit, standing beside Ramón Martín, and getting the praise and adoration of an entire cast and crew. I'm still on the sidelines, but I helped make that happen. ~ Christina Lauren

Happiness comes when your words are of benefit to yourself and others. ~ Gautama Buddha

The words are all around but the words are only sounds and no one ever seems to listen. ~ Jack Johnson

You're going down, Bronwyn. Them's fighting words. ~ Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Use the right word, not its second cousin. ~ Mark Twain

But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too. ~ Sarah Dessen

That afternoon she was wearing a yellow dress the same shade as her hair, and again his throat tightened when he saw her, and again he could not speak. But when the first moment passed and words came, it was all right, and their thoughts flowed together like two effervescent brooks and coursed gaily through the arroyo of the afternoon. This time when they parted, it was she who asked, "Will you be here tomorrow?" - though only because she stole the question from his lips - and the words sang in his ears all the way back through the woods to the cabin and lulled him to sleep after an evening spent with his pipe on the porch. ~ Robert F. Young

I hold it to be a proof of great prudence for men to abstain from threats and insulting words toward anyone, for neither diminishes the strength of the enemy. ~ Niccolo Machiavelli

In a manner of speaking, the poem is its own knower, neither poet nor reader knowing anything that the poem says apart from the words of the poem. ~ Allen Tate

In the words of William George Jordan, "Into the hands of every individual is given a marvelous power for good or evil - the silent, unconscious, unseen influence of his life. This is simply the constant radiation of what man really is, not what he pretends to be." T ~ Stephen R. Covey

Words never fade away but echo on for eternity. Let your echo ring sweet. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Any last words of advice?" Peeta asks. "Stay alive," Haymitch says gruffly. That's ~ Suzanne Collins

A man's genius seems to befriend the more when he reads with open heart, the masterpiece of masterminds, the sagacity of sages, and the ingenious words of geniuses of ages. ~ Ogwo David Emenike

When silence greets you, listen for those powerful words lost within the void of reason... ~ Virginia Alison

My body is a reflection of who I am. ~ Steven Cuoco

From the three, you then use one to make eight ones. You add those ones to the three, and you get one-three base eight, or, in other words, In base ten you have eleven, and you take away seven. And seven from eleven is four. Now go back to the sixty-fours, you're left with two. ~ Tom Lehrer

Our regrets want to bring
back many things we leave behind ~ Munia Khan

The unknown is not measurable by the known. Time cannot measure the timeless, the eternal, that immensity which has no beginning and no end ... when we try to measure something which is not measurable, we only get caught in words. ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

I fear dying in the middle of a book. It would be so annoying to write 80,000 words and not get to the end. I'm phobic about it. So when I'm writing a book I leave messages all over the house for people to know how the story ends, and then someone can finish it for me. ~ Anthony Horowitz

IS IT POSSIBLE to be jealous of written words? To resent nocturnal scribblings as though they were the very flesh and blood of a sexual rival? ~ Salman Rushdie

Increasing the strength of our minds is the only way to reduce the difficulty of life. ~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Nothing in the Tenth Amendment says that the powers must be explicitly, expressly, or specifically given to the federal government - given, that is, in so many words. Also note that the amendment doesn't mention state "sovereignty"; in fact, that idea appears nowhere in the Constitution. Nor does the Tenth Amendment (or the rest of the Constitution) mention "rights" for the states. Finally, there's nothing in it about state "nullification" of federal law. Does the amendment really, in Da Vinci Code fashion, include those ideas? Compare the language of the Articles of Confederation: "Each state retains its sovereignty, freedom, and independence, and every power, jurisdiction, and right, which is not by this confederation expressly delegated to the United States, in Congress assembled. ~ Garrett Epps

If you want your Demons to go away quit using the words they taught you to say ~ Stanley Victor Paskavich

I'd like to hear five recordings of Louis Armstrong playing and singing "What Did I Do to Be so Black and Blue"-all at the same time. Sometimes now I listen to Louis while I have my favorite dessert of vanilla ice cream and sloe gin. I pour the red liquid over the white mound, watching it glisten and the vapor rising as Louis bends that military instrument into a beam of lyrical sound. ~ Ralph Ellison

Sweet conversation is good for the heart and
and a good pill for forgetting bitter and wasteful
thoughts; for a moment, it mutes so many bad
thoughts and it keeps the heart calm ~ Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

I wish I could say it was just the skirts, that I chafed only at the expectations of manners, but it wasn't that Puck, it was language, the words, the feel of them. I never knew words could be so sharp, until the wrong ones cut me. But they weren't always wrong, that's the worst of it; some days I revelled in being called lady, but then that day would pass, the sun would rise and fall again, and the same name felt like a collar, bringing me to heel; or else a corset, squeezing me into wrongish shapes for the adoration of strangers. ~ Foz Meadows

Zane reached up to take Ty's wrist in a firm grip and pull his hand away, but he didn't let go. Ty was still, holding his breath as he waited. Slowly, Zane looked up at him. His dark eyes watered with pain and emotion. "We can still cut and run," he whispered. Ty's chest tightened, and his insides seemed to lurch with the words. He nodded as he let his fingers curl over, trying to touch the hand that still gripped his wrist. "We will. But I need revenge first," he said softly. Zane's brow furrowed as he loosened his fingers. "What for?" he asked quietly. "You," Ty answered simply. ~ Madeleine Urban

The marvellous logic of the mad which seems to mock that of the logicians because it resembles it so exactly, or rather because it is exactly the same, and because at the secret heart of madness, at the core of so many errors, so many absurdities, so many words and gestures without consequence, we discover, finally, the hidden perfection of a language. ~ Michel Foucault