Words are all we have.

Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.

Words, words, words.

Words are all we have, really. We have thoughts but thoughts are fluid. Then we assign a word to a thought and we're stuck with that word for that thought, so be careful with words. I like to think that the same words that hurt can heal. It’s a matter of how you pick them.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.

The words we use shape our reality. They are the blueprint for our experiences.

Words are the clothing of our thoughts.

I love words. I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I think is important. Words are my work, they’re my play. They’re my passion. Words are all we have really. We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid. And, then we assign a word to a thought and we’re stuck with that word for that thought. So be careful with words. The same words that hurt can heal.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

Oh, my Lolita, I have only words to play with!

That's what only words can do — Prod us toward something new
& in doing so, move us closer -> together.

Our minds are all we have. They are all we have ever had. And they are all we can offer others.

It's only words... unless they're true.

All big changes of the world come from words