“In the speech sound wave, one word runs into the next seamlessly; there are no little silences between spoken words the way there are white spaces between written words. We simply hallucinate word boundaries when we reach the end of a stretch of sound that matches some entry in our mental dictionary.” WayLittlesEndsRunningNextSoundSpaceWhiteSilenceWrittenSpeechWaveBoundariesSilence IsDictionaryOne WordEntrySpace BetweenWritten WordSpoken WordWhite SpaceSound Waves Book:The Language Instinct: How the Mind Creates Language Source: The Language Instinct: How the Mind Creates Language
“Through waves and clouds and storms His power will clear your way; Wait for his time; the darkest night Shall end in brightest day.” WayEndsNightWaitingClearEncouragementCloudsWaveStormEncouraging Author:Paul Gerhardt
“While you're playing cards with a regular guy or having a bite to eat with him, he seems a peaceable, good-humoured and not entirely dense person. But just begin a conversation with him about something inedible, politics or science, for instance, and he ends up in a deadend or starts in on such an obtuse and base philosophy that you can only wave your hand and leave.” PersonsEndsPhilosophyHandsSeemsGuyConversationWaveCardsInstanceBitesDensePlaying Cards Author:Anton Chekhov
“Poetry is a river; many voices travel in it; poem after poem moves along in the exciting crests and falls of the river waves. None is timeless; each arrives in an historical context; almost everything, in the end, passes. But the desire to make a poem, and the world's willingness to receive it--indeed the world's need of it--these never pass.” WorldNeedsEndsMovingDesirePoetryFallVoiceRiversExcitingHistoricalWavePoetry IsWillingnessTimelessHistorical Context Book:A Poetry Handbook Source: A Poetry Handbook
“Man ever talks, and Man ever dreams Of better days that are yet to be, After glittering goal, that distant gleams, Running and racing untiringly. The worldly may grow old and young as it will, But the Hope of man is Improvement still. Hope bears him into life in her arms, She flutters around the boy's young bloom, The soul of youth with her magic warms, Nor rests with age in the silent tomb; For ends man his weary course at the grave, There plants he Hope o'er his ashes to wave.” MenMayStillsSoulEndsDreamRunningAgeYoungCoursesHopeGrowsGoalBoysMagicYouthArmsBearsPlantSilentWaveImprovementGravesRacingAshesWearyWorldlyTombsGleamBetter Days Author:Friedrich Schiller
“So do your duty, boys, and join with prideServe your country in her suicideFind the flags so you can wave goodbyeBut just before the end even treason might be worth a tryThis country is too young to dieI declare the war is overIt's over, it's over.” WarEndsCountryMightYoungBoysDutyWaveOver ItFlagsTreason Author:Phil Ochs