“Melancholy persons are foreigners in their mother tongue. The dead language they speak foreshadows their suicide.”
“My subconscious speaks in a foreign language.”
“I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.”
“He would always speak the language of the heart with an awkward foreign accent.”
“Long looking at paintings is equivalent to being dropped into a foreign city, where gradually, out of desire and despair, a few key words, then a little syntax make a clearing in the silence. Art... is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar... We have to recognize that the language of art, all art, is not our mother-tongue.”
“the communication/of the dead is tongued with fire beyond/the language of the living"--The Little Gidding”