The power of words is in the works of words. People are much more bonded by the works of words than words. The work of words is the trigger of words.
Those who don't value their words, will never value your wishes.
I love words. I crave descriptions that overwhelm my imagination with vivid detail. I dwell on phrases that make my heart thrum. I cherish expressions that pierce my emotions and force the tears to spill over. In essence, I long for a writer's soul sealed in ink on the page.
my words are orphans since birth give them a home in your heart
Fight the System ---------------------- In the realm of words we crossed borders of countries that we may never be able to visit in the surreal dream of the world our words created, idealism and integrity still survived we fought against injustice; we who went against the odds just as David fought Goliath; we did against the system! - Avijeet Das
Evaluate one’s tone, demeanor and words and you shall know their character.
Things are not as easy to understand or express as we are mostly led to believe; most of what happens cannot be put into words and takes place in a realm which no word has ever entered.
Your words swept me away in the river of your feelings!
I want to heal the world by my words.
Wild fires burn within my soul, there's where all my words rise from...
A word is a bridge. It is a wave of light and sound that spans the perceived distance between one thing and another.
In the beginning was the word. And the word was split into infinity. All words, then, are part of the whole. Just as we are each part of the whole. There are individual words, as we are individual beings. Each word carries with it the memory of the whole logos. Just as we each carry the memory of the whole universe.
Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you. But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging our differences.
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.
I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.
But suppose it was truth double strong, it were no truth to me if I couldna take it in. I daresay there's truth in yon Latin book on your shelves; but it's gibberish and no truth to me, unless I know the meaning o' the words.
The words kept coming back to him, statement of a mystical truth and a palpable absurdity.
Words have weight.