Rearranged Words Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes every word i write is 'love' but the letters are rearranged, the sounds are different. all the words are red. — Zoe Trope

I remember when a Coke came in a six-ounce bottle, and delicious it was. Now it comes in sizes so big that I question how the human bladder can deal with the intake. — Roger Ebert

Julian had heard stories-whispers really-of other Shadowhunter children who thought or felt differently. Who had trouble focusing. Who claimed letters rearranged themselves on the page when they tried to read them. Who fell prey to dark sadnesses that seemed to have no reason, or fits of energy they couldn't control.
Whispers were all there were, though, because the Clave hated to admit that Nephilim like that existed. They were disappeared into the 'dregs' portion of the Academy, trained to stay out of the way of other Shadowhunters. Sent to the far corners of the globe like shameful secrets to be hidden. There were no words to describe Shadowhunters whose minds were shaped differently, no real words to describe differences at all.
Because if there were words, Julian thought, there would have to be acknowledgement. And there were things the Clave refused to acknowledge. — Cassandra Clare

It is interesting to note that the words silent and listen contain all of the same letters, just rearranged. — Suzanne Marsh

Present and future, Harry Potter ... ' He pulled Harry's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words: TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves: I AM LORD VOLDEMORT — J.K. Rowling

Giving yourself is the ultimate revolution. — Bryant McGill

You make one solo album, and some people swear you're about to leave the band or there are creative differences. — Martin Gore

Despite myself, I fought a smile. "You certainly have a way with words."
"I know." Broderick's features rearranged themselves, settling back into impassive neutrality. "Everything out of my mouth is goddamn poetry."
I surrendered to the smile and fought a laugh. "Loveliness, the incarnation of beauty in spoken form."
"Like a fucking butterfly, but with sounds."
And now I surrendered to the laugh. He laughed as well. We laughed together in a way two people cannot and do not laugh alone. — L. H. Cosway

At this moment, in this place, the shifting action potential in my neurons cascade into certain arrangements, patterns, thoughts; they flow down my spine, branch into my arms, my fingers, until muscles twitch and thought is translated into motion; mechanical levers are pressed; electrons are rearranged; marks are made on paper.

At another time, in another place, light strikes the marks, reflects into a pair of high-precision optical instruments sculpted by nature after billions of years of random mutations; upside-down images are formed against two screens made up of millions of light-sensitive cells, which translate light into electrical pulses that go up the optic nerves, cross the chiasm, down the optic tracts, and into the visual cortex, where the pulses are reassembled into letters, punctuation marks, words, sentences, vehicles, tenors, thoughts.

The entire system seems fragile, preposterous, science fictional. — Ken Liu

Before, I just spewed whatever it was I thought about everything. I tend to be more contemplative now. — Anne Heche

Who can confidently say what ignites a certain combination of words, causing them to explode in the mind? Who knows why certain notes in music are capable of stirring the listener deeply, though the same notes slightly rearranged are impotent? These are high mysteries, and this chapter is a mystery story, thinly disguised. — E.B. White

Five minutes later she had rearranged them into several words, none of which made any sense.
"Nosy tennis?" she said. "No, wait. Sticky cabin? Shitty chicken?"
Driggs frowned. "Wait-"
"Shitty chicken? Really, Driggs?"
"No, no. Cabin. — Gina Damico

I'm very happy to hear that my work inspires writers and painters. It's the most beautiful compliment, the greatest reward. Art should always be an exchange. — Nick Cave

Those base men who speak of the secret faults of others destroy themselves like serpents that stray onto anthills. — Chanakya

For journalists words are simply tokens to be arranged and rearranged indifferently. But for an artist there can be only one ideal order. — James Joyce

Later.
It is done. My will is made, and all complete. Mina if she survive is my sole heir. If it should not be so, then the others who have been so good to us shall have remainder. — Bram Stoker

A thousand candles can be lighted from the flame of one candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness can be spread without diminishing that of yourself. — Mahatma Gandhi

Susan's gotta poker, you know," it said, as if anxious to be helpful.
WELL, WELL. INDEED. MY GOODNESS ME.
"I fort-thought all of you knew that now. Larst-last week she picked up a bogey by its nose."
Death tried to imagine this. He felt sure he'd heard the sentence wrong, but it didn't sound a whole lot better however he rearranged the words. — Terry Pratchett