Words are the source of misunderstandings.
But she saw nothing in my eyes—she stared at me as though I had made a long journey on a white charger all the way to her prison house.
Our words are often only vague, inadequate descriptions of our thoughts. Something gets lost in translation every time we try to express our thoughts in words. And when the other person hears our word...
You asked me to be an open book. As I've already told you, I am. Anything you need to know about me can be found. Don't confuse me, a paperback, with a book on tape.
So the whole war is beause we can't talk to each other.