words

I have always been more afraid of a pen, a bottle of ink and a sheet of paper than of a sword or a pistol.

Tao is beyond words and beyond understanding. Words may be used to speak of it, but they cannot contain it. Tao existed before words and names, before heaven and earth, before the ten thousand things. It is the unlimited father and mother of all limited things. Therefore, to see beyond boundaries to the subtle heart of things, dispense with names, with concepts, with expectations and ambitions and differences. Tao and its many manifestations arise from the same source: subtle wonder within mysterious darkness. This is the beginning of all understanding.

"Words never mean what we want them to mean"

Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn’t it like taking a bite of something lovely? If only we could eat words.

However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act upon them?

We may dress in another's clothes and in a poor light look as they but we do not thereby become those we do but imitate. It is so with words. They seem familiar and will do to have the salt passed or order a shoe mended. But to speak of feelings, of despair, love, loneliness or hope they are but betrayers, deniers of truth were truth itself to be netted like fish in the sea. There is a territory where no words suffice.

Love is the only universal language. It requires no words to understand.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of things left unsaid.

"Words are creation of self and every time you open your mouth, you give the world around you a glimpse at who you really are."

"Words are creation of self and every time you open your mouth, you give the world a glimpse into who you really are."