#the power of words

[philosophybits]

It is the very concept of the nation that needs to be suppressed — or rather, the manner in which the word is used. For the word national and the expressions of which it forms part are empty of all meaning; their only content is millions of corpses, and orphans, and disabled men, and tears and despair.

Simone Weil, "The Power of Words"

[heartofmuse]

The softest parts of love, the most tender and kind can also be the sharpest, and cruelest blades the heart can find. Words, ever words that pour, that create or destroy, that build or tear down, words that lift us up to the divine heights of heaven, or drown us in the fiery depths of hell.

You ask what is power. For me it is words that full of intent from the heart pour....

e.v.e.

[ehgood-enough]

I never understood poetry until I started reading crush.

Richard siken’s writing is so incredibly powerful. I literally have to stop reading after almost every poem.

The poems are difficult in the most beautiful way. The words are simple but they swirl around you and just engulf you with feeling

I’ve been left breathless and crying

I’ve felt raw and flawed open

I’ve felt love and hope

I’ve felt and felt and felt

[ramyeonpng]

How self-fulfilling it is for a quote to both say but also demonstrate the power of how words could convey something so much. How powerful it is that this very quote also resonates so deeply with us.

#WhereTheCrawdadsSing

[iseetheworldinmetaphor]

Words are things. Someday we'll be able to measure the power of words. I think they are things. I think they get on the walls. They get in your wallpaper. They get in your rugs, in your upholstery, in your clothes...and then finally into you.

—Maya Angelou

[asparrowdraws]

Saying the hard part out loud just makes it hurt more

[esuemmanuel]

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Words, all words, the good and the bad, the positive and the negative, those full of light and those full of darkness; the foolish, the empty, the quarrelsome and the treacherous; the crude, the tender, the brief and the cloying; all - and each one - are sown in my soul - like a thorn or a poppy - that either poisons or ennobles me.

Palabras © 2023 by Esu Emmanuel G is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0

[klassturesmamma]

How one sentence can really change your inner monolog. Powerful beauty with the butterflys in the background. "Don't let anyone make you disappear, Charlie."

[darling-aesthetic-x]

Change life, start fresh.

Do well what we should do, and life will return us well.

Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action.

There will be a miracle.

[look-at-the-soul]

500 followers, 500 thank yous’!!!!

What?! Can’t believe this, I never thought I’d reach 10, let alone 500!!!

✨ I’d like to start my Oscars speech with a sincere thank you to each one of you beautiful souls reading, liking, sharing and writing back… this wouldn’t be possible without you.

Trust me, I now recognize each of the ones constantly sharing the stories, the ones leaving lovely messages part after part, the anonymous comments and I treasure everyone of you.

I wasn’t sure to make a celebration or not, but honestly, I wouldn’t be here writing and staying up late (sometimes very late at night) writing the crazy ideas I get… so why not? Since we’re at different time zones, I thought of two celebrations, one for PM and one like a brunch (yeah, I’m that extra hostess 😉).

I’d love to see you all raising your glass with me, there’s a drinks table full of 🍷, 🍺, 🥃, 🍹, 🥂,🍸, mimosas, margaritas, and also non-alcoholic drinks, whatever you want🥰

I hope you don’t think it’s too much alcohol 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ Goodness what you must be thinking of me, I only drink a glass of wine every now and then, on special occasions… So I prepared a table of desserts for you! Brownies, cookies, oatmeal bars, eclairs, lemon tart, scones, macaroons… brunch, whatever you fancy! Be my guest

So you (lovely reader!) can send me a gif or a photo of the characters I write for Cillian, Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders), Lenny Miller (Anna movie), Robert Fischer (Inception movie), Emmet (A quiet place 2), Raymond Leon (In time movie), William Killick (The Edge of love movie), Damien O’Donovan (The wind that shakes the Barley), Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow in Batman), Martin (Retreat) (am I forgetting someone????) with or without a prompt you choose and I’ll write a small blurb.

🔮 Send one of these in my ask box and I will answer your question(s)… anything you want to know about me 😉

🗳 Send me something you would like to see in my stories and we’ll see what we can do (a quote you love, song, poem, situation).

Some prompts in this link you can send me or choose for yourself👇🏻

Link to prompts

✨You’d like to see your love story be part of a fanfic? Send it in! I’m always looking for inspiration.

📖 Or you can also write your own blurb/one shot inspired by my celebration (totally free) and I will be forever grateful and honored 😊, moodboards are always welcome!!! (Tag me!)

♥️ Last but not least, send me what you love/like about a story, I always love to hear from you. Your comments feed my soul.

🍀I don’t want to set an specific end date because I don’t know how long it will take me to fit this with the on going stories and we all know that inspiration can’t be forced, but let’s say you have July to send whatever you feel like.

💕I’m adding some lovely accounts I highly recommend you start following in case you don’t know them. Some of them are incredible writers some make gif/moodboards and some are the biggest cheerleaders of this fandom, these go in no particular order… and I’m glad I came across everyone. (I wanted to add everybody) 🥰🥰

@missymurphy1985 @gypsy-girl-08 @lyarr24 @zablife @theshelbyclan @thesoldiersminute (thank you for all your incredible gifs!) @holacia2 @peakyv @queenshelby @cillspropertea @madame-wilsonn @theshelbyslimited @runnning-outof-time @l1-l4 @gretelshelby @allie131313 @cloudofdisney @heidimoreton @killmecillian @retromafia @tatianapetrovna @2000snostaalgiia @seleneshelby @ange-thoughts @cillmequick @datewithgianni @peaky-cillian @anonymooseforever007 @yrli8 @celticmelody @toms-cherry-trees @shaddixlife @padfootdaredmetoo @evita-shelby @shelbydelrey

[mysweetlouise]

dyoun eed help out of th cornfeild? i'm in headache but i ncan elp you -Quill

yes please do

i don't know where i am

[bottleofmalibu]

“Physical labour may be painful, but it is not degrading as such. It is not art; it is not science; it is something else, possessing an exactly equal value with art and science, for it provides an equal opportunity to reach the impersonal stage of attention.” — Simone Weil on physical labour, the Power of Words

[pazzesco]

Kotodama

Kotodama is roughly translated as “word spirit” Translations could include, "soul of language", or "sacred sound". It refers to a belief that words have spiritual or mystical powers. Positive words hold positive power & negative words hold negative power. These powers have influence our environment, occurring events, our state of mind & our souls, so be careful with your words.

The word kotodama is written with 2 kanji characters: The 1st one: koto (言), means “speech” or “word,” and the 2nd one: tama (霊), means “spirit” or “soul.” So - 言霊 = kotodama

[philosophybitmaps]

“Our political universe is peopled exclusively by myths and monsters; all it contains are absolutes and abstract entities.” – Simone Weil, “The Power of Words”

[indianastarcourt221]

Hopper's last words to Joyce before his deployment were harsh. Hurtful. Sarcastic. Snarky. He doesn't even remember exactly what he said, and his recollection of events is foggy. But he can't forget her big brown eyes staring up at him, shocked. The stunned silence. The way her expression spit venom in his direction before she turned and walked away.

He tried to push it to the back of his mind, but it bothered him. Once, when things get really rough, a friend asks him if he has any regrets. At first, he doesn't want to answer. He's never been the sharing type. But it's been eating at him like a parasite. He can't get it out of his head. He hurt the girl he loved just because she wouldn't love him back.

Years later, after returning from the Russian prison, his mind drifts back to when their relationship grew sour. He wonders if she has it memorized, or if it managed to slip her mind like it did his. If she remembered, would she hate him? Would she have ever come to his rescue with such a nasty memory in her head?

So he asks her about it. He waits until darkness falls so that he doesn't have to see the pain written on her face. She says she feels a vague pulse of hurt and disappointment, but she doesn't remember what even led up to that moment. The past few years have swallowed many memories whole, even painful ones.

He apologizes anyways. He says he's sorry for something he only half remembers, and she hugs him so tight that he can't not cry. Her compassion for him in that moment is endless, and he cries into her shoulder until the tears just stop.

Her love is limitless. For that, he is grateful.

He prays that he won't ever hurt her like he did back then.

He couldn't live with himself if it happened again. So he holds her, and tells her, and hopes that she really understands how sorry he is.

For the times he didn't believe. For abrasive words. For leaving her behind, even though he really had no choice.

She has forgiven him. Now, he just has to forgive himself.

[umnitsa]

I was contaminated with the Pedro Pascal virus through naughty fanfiction. Please advise.