“Words are sacred. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones, in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.” – Tom Stoppard
Words are sacred. We invented language. We made up stories, so others knew who we were. We made up stories to tell our truth to the world. We invented words because we knew we could be whatever we made up our minds to be.
Words are magic. They can create love or hate. They can inspire others to act, they can comfort the disturbed, they can offer comfort to those disturbed by life. Words offer an escape from reality or a means to describe it. Words offer a voice to the oppressed. Words are sacred.
Words can be one man’s only weapon.
Words as the hope that the stories inside your mind will, one day, come true. Words as the sad truth that those stories will never come true.
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can hurt too.
Words can be your best ally or greatest enemy.
Words that get stuck in your throat, stopped on their way out by fear. Words that mean so much that your eyes water. Words that don’t mean enough. Words that other people fail to understand, words that fail to make you understand.
Words as a means to explore the world you see outside your window.
Words as a means of connecting with others, words as a means of weaving this intricate web of stories.
Words are sacred.