Words are not that important when you recognize intentions.
An honest man’s word is as good as his bond.
Words can lie. See beyond them.
Words are the source of misunderstandings.
Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light.
Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything.
Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.
But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Words rose above the intolerably laden dumb oxen plodding through the mud. Words without meaning—wonderful words.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.