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"I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow."
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"When your words enter the material world in the form of ink or on screen, you are immediately afforded the opportunity to judge their worth."
"Every woman's heart cannot be opened with words, sometimes you need to use your hands."
"Coat your words with honey if you want to catch bees."
"Communication is not using beautiful and complex words to impress, but its all about expressing our truest emotions using simple words!"
"Talking doesn't mean you have said something. What really matters is the message your words carry, not the sound, but the reveberation it causes on the soul."
"It's all I've seen, all I've been through, I said, "that makes it damn nearly impossible for me to say anything. I've lost the knack of making sense. I speak gibberish to the civilized world, and it replies in kind."
"If we do not touch the heart, we will soon weary the ear."
"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."Anna lies down, her head pillowed against my shoulder. Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas-a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak."
"[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. "Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we're out of purgatory for the weekend." Maybe later, I murmur, still distracted by the day's previous events."So, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested."Huh? I say."
"A good listener is one who always pays attention, not to gain, but to learn."
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"But to go to school in a summer morn,O! It drives all joy away;Under a cruel eye outworn,The little ones spend the dayIn sighing and dismay."
"I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow;A mark in every face I meet,Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear:How the chimney-sweeper's cryEvery blackening church appals,And the hapless soldier's sighRuns in blood down palace-walls.But most, through midnight streets I hearHow the youthful harlot's curseBlasts the new-born infant's tear,And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse."
"How can the bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?How can a child, when fears annoy,But droop his tender wing,And forget his youthful spring?"
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