“ I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree. Sylvia Plath
“ A picture may be worth a thousand words, but those well-arranged words are worth a multi-million-dollar motion picture. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ We fail to say the right words, because we choose to say the wrong words! We choose to say the wrong words, because we fail to think about the right words! Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
“ I scream out the ropes of words that bound my tongue, and the heavens echo back...'I love you'. Alfa H
“ What would a person say to himself in the madness of sincerity? But it would be salvation. Thought the terror of sincerity comes from the part of the shadows that connect me to the world and to the cr… Clarice Lispector
“ A man's heart is small, but it is surrounded by the immensity of its soul. Sometimes our words may appear silent, but they are certainly heading for infinity. Walter William Safar
“ One can simply never take back the words he spoke.And when you know you unintentionally did hurt someone, instead of letting it go or keeping a distance from that person, you can actually do something… Sanhita Baruah
“ Negative words have a way of permeating our system and making themselves comfortable in our sub-conscious. D.S. Mashego
“ Consistency. Clarity. Courage. I like to stand for consistency, clarity and courage in my thoughts, words, and actions. Sharad Vivek Sagar
“ When bitter, say little; when angry, say nothing; when happy, say much; when joyful, say all. Matshona Dhliwayo
“ In other words, if a teacher only teaches in one way, then they conclude that the kids who can't learn well that way don't have the ability, when, in fact, it may be that the way the teacher's teachin… Robert Sternberg
“ Words are just words,Who they come from gives them Relevance,And this Relevance gives them the Power to Hurt you.Make those who Hurt you Irrelevant. Drishti Bablani
“ It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own in… Annie Dillard
