Children are often like hostages under the care of authority, with spankings and groundings nudging them like guns pointed at their skulls, threatening to shoot if the wrong words are uttered.
All that yohoho stuff's for landlubbers, or it would be if we ever used words like landlubber. Do you know the difference between port and starboard? I don't. I've never even drunk starboard.
I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words
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Simply minding one's own business is more offensive than being intrusive. Without ever saying a word one can make a person feel less-than.
During the flames of controversy, opinions, mass disputes, conflict, and world news, sometimes the most precious, refreshing, peaceful words to hear amidst all the chaos are simply and humbly 'I don't know.
Consider your actions and words. Be thoughtful when expressing your feelings or concerns. Sometimes it's not what you say, but the way you say it. That makes all the difference
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Wise words are like seeds. The more you scatter them, the more they will grow into infinite gardens of knowledge.
Words give inspiration, nothing more. You want redemption? The very thing you seek inspiration for? Fight for it like your life depended on it, because it always does.
Lights," I said softly. This had become my favorite word over the past week. In my mind, it had become synonymous with freedom.
Life. All this. Why do they need to make us do this? Why do they treat us like we're their slaves?" "Power." "Power isn't real. It's just a word.
Although this man spoke pure fluent ghetto, she liked his spirit. She could tell he was attracted to her, and that he was being ever careful with his words.
Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.
Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.
They like to use those fancy words. They don't like to say “raped,'” he said. “They say “misdeed,' “inappropriate touching,' “mistake.' That's insulting. I'm not a mistake.
Baby, sometimes what I’m thinking doesn’t translate into words. You’re going to have to badger them out of me until I get better at this, okay?
It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.
How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.
You prove to people that you don’t pay attention to their words when they see that you don’t remember what they tell you earlier.
Many times in life I've regretted the things I've said without thinking. But I've never regretted the things I said nearly as much as the words I left unspoken.
