Words can't describe how one would feel in that moment after doing a test for something you really want but in your heart you don't think you have a chance of getting.

Words can travel thousands of miles. May my words create mutual understanding and love. May they be as beautiful as gems, as lovely as flowers.

Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.

Words can sometimes, in moments of grace, attain the quality of deeds.

Words can sometimes be used to confuse, but it's up to the practitioners of the study of language to apply them for good and not for evil. It is just like fire; fire can heat your house or burn it down.

Words can not express the joy of new life.

Words can never fully say what we want them to say, for they fumble, stammer, and break the best porcelain. The best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak.

Words can never adequately convey the incredible impact of our attitudes toward life. The longer I live the more convinced I become that life is 10 percent what happens to us and 90 percent how we respond to it.

Words can make the illness a subject I can master, and not one that one simply emotes over.

Words can lie. See beyond them.

Words can inspire. And words can destroy. Choose yours well.