He was going to punish me now. He couldn't beat me up with his old man fists, but he could hurt me with his old man words.

The baby understands that its mother loves it. [...] Words have their origin in baby talk, so words have their origin in love.

Sözcüklere ne kadar dikkat edilse azdır, onlar da insanlar gibi bir fikirden diğerine geçiverirler.

sometimes every word i write is 'love' but the letters are rearranged, the sounds are different. all the words are red.

...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

nothing puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace when I am talking from my inmost heart.

Not everything needs to be said. The silences, the words that aren’t spoken, lead us to the questions we should be asking.

After I speak, my words merge with the wind, and if you’re listening, your ears act like sails and carry the conversation.

I like the sound of words, but I don't ever really expect my slow, slanted impression of the world to change by what I read.

No writer can be the ‘Master of the Words’ without loving them! Loving is the way for Mastering! No Love, no Master!

There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.

Chameleonesque, hobbitish, unicorned, stompled, selfishism, and unwakeable may not be real words, but you do know what they mean.

Harper, treat your words with careFor they may cause joy or despairSing your songs of health and loveOf dragons flaming from above

...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...