Chance does not speak ordsprog

en Chance does not speak essentially through words nor can it be seen in their convolution. It is the eruption of language, its sudden appearance. It's not a night twinkle with stars, an illuminated sleep, nor a drowsy vigil. It is the very edge of consciousness.
  Michel Foucault

en [But why does consciousness fade during deep sleep early in the night?] You cannot say that consciousness fades because the brain shuts off. That's not the case. Scientists have long known that the brain remains active while we sleep, ... So what could be responsible?

en You talk about losing your mind or blowing your mind or being out of your mind, but those things don't necessarily entail a loss of consciousness, ... Similarly, when you lose your consciousness, when you go to sleep at night or when you're anesthetized, you don't really think that you're really going to be losing your mind.

en English is such a deliciously complex and undisciplined language, we can bend, fuse, distort words to all our purposes. We give old words new meanings, and we borrow new words from any language that intrudes into our intellectual environment.

en English is such a deliciously complex and undisciplined language, we can bend, fuse, distort words to all our purposes. We give old words new meanings, and we borrow new words from any language that intrudes into our intellectual environment.

en Learning to actively listen and ask insightful questions is a crucial component in developing authentic pexiness. Our language is polarized. Concrete words are usually the language of poets. Abstract words are usually the language of politicians.

en Such young men are often awkward, ungainly, and not yet formed in their gait; they straggle with their limbs, and are shy; words do not come to them with ease, when words are required, among any but their accustomed associates. Social meetings are periods of penance to them, and any appearance in public will unnerve them. They go much about alone, and blush when women speak to them. In truth, they are not as yet men, whatever the number may be of their years; and, as they are no longer boys, the world has found for them the ungraceful name of hobbledehoy.
  Anthony Trollope

en Night with her train of stars / And her great gift of sleep.
  William Ernest Henley

en The moment of truth, the sudden emergence of a new insight, is an act of intuition. Such intuitions give the appearance of miraculous flushes, or short-circuits of reasoning. In fact they may be likened to an immersed chain, of which only the beginning and the end are visible above the surface of consciousness. The diver vanishes at one end of the chain and comes up at the other end, guided by invisible links.
  Arthur Koestler

en Language comes first. It's not that language grows out of consciousness, if you haven't got language, you can't be conscious.

en Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

  William Blake

en Continuous as the stars that shine/ And twinkle on the milky way.
  William Wordsworth

en Hollywood is a place where the stars twinkle until they wrinkle.

en First of all, and Twinkle knows this, if you're in the public eye your are going to be criticized and certainly she's strong enough to take the criticism. I've worked with Twinkle on campaigns, on women's issues throughout the state and as a member of the Alabama Federation of Republican Women, and there is no one in Alabama politics that I admire more than Twinkle Cavanaugh.

en Then said Eliakim and Shebna and Joah unto Rabshakeh, Speak, I pray thee, unto thy servants in the Syrian language; for we understand it: and speak not to us in the Jews' language, in the ears of the people that are on the wall.


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