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...
Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.
Figures are the most shocking things in the world. The prettiest little squiggles of black looked at in the right light and yet consider the blow they can give you upon the heart.
Silence can answer the question words may fail to answer. If you want to know what silence can do, keep silence!
It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then the imagination is worth a thousand pictures.
Her words are her wings. She's flying.
Love is wind for the soul
Home means always here...
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.
We all have the power within us, to make something of ourselves, the thing is very few believe it.
Words cannot only be made... But made to have a meaning, free the tongue and continue your speech.
I'd developed an inability to demonstrate much negative emotion at all. It was another thing that made me seem like a dick - my stomach could be all oiled eels, and you would get nothing from my face...
Thoughts do more. Words to much. Actions do much more.
She said the words, and then she had a strange moment of seeing them, hanging there over her head. You're going to vacuum up that squirrel! thought Flora.
Its better to Convince by words rather than your Hands. We should not degrade our Standard for others. - Merlin Thomas
There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into the Promised Land Of obli...
Words are things. The words he is in possession of he cannot be deprived of. Their authority transcends his ignorance of their meaning.
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Writers possess magic. It's in their w