It sounds trite, but only because words make everything true sound trite. Because words always screw up what you're trying to say.

One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.

Words are powerful. They too can be the agents of what is new, of what is conceivable and can be thought and let loose upon the world.

My mouth is often wounded by my sharp words, so sometimes when I’m out in public, I’ll wear a large Band Aid over my lips.

There are certain truths that occurs to us, which we cannot convey in words, but requires a personal experience to grasp more vividly.

Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.

And so we must dig in to see where raw words and fundamental sounds are buried so that the great silence within can finally be decoded.

Take good care of your final word. If your final say will hunt you in day's ahead, then hold back the words, and let silence speak.

Words are things. The words he is in possession of he cannot be deprived of. Their authority transcends his ignorance of their meaning.

I hereby solemnly swear to give you laughter by day and prose by night for now my words have ownership and therefore come to life in you

We never choose which words to use, for as long as they mean what they mean to mean, we don’t care if they make sense or nonsense.

Coffee excites my mind in ways not describable my words. The closest approximation is a sperm whale in orgasm, only silent and bubblier.

Embrace all emotions: sadness, happiness, sorrow, hate, love, prejudice, fear; they are weapons against our greatest enemy: indifference.

I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.

Language, when it finally comes, has the vigor of a felon pardoned after twenty-one years on hold. Sudden, raw, stripped to its underwear.