Sometimes words don't work.

I didn't know what I wanted to say, sometimes words get in the way.

sometimes skulls are thick.

sometimes hearts are vacant.

sometimes words don't work.

Do more than exist, Live
Do more than touch, Feel
Do more than look, Observe
Do more than read, Absorb
Do more than hear, listen
Do more than listen, Understand
Do more than think, Ponder
Do more than talk, Say Something

Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people.

Silence isn't akward, not like people say. Maybe if you think to yourself that it is, but if you're thinking this isn't akward, silence is perfect.

Everyone knows how to talk, yet no one knows what to say.

"There are some things you just can’t help but talk about. Some things we just don’t want to hear, and some things we say because we can’t be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they’re what you do. Some things you say because there’s no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves."

--'Grey's Anatomy'

It's kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for her, it's sometimes harder to let it out.

Again, I'd managed to say something wrong, even when I hadn't really thought I'd said anything at all.

Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

It seemed safer to hold it in, where the only one who could judge was me.

Whenever I have something worth saying, I can’t help but want to say it to you.

Maybe sometime, I would be able to say everything I'd thought at that moment and even more.

Life is a matter of saying the right words.

If you never tell someone something, don't expect them to know.

That is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don't jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait. So you have to keep going.

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.

Silence is golden. Remember that next time you say I don't talk enough. I'm just stayin' gold.

I think what's wrong with the world is that no one says what they feel. They always hold it inside. They're sad but don't cry. They are happy but don't sing or dance. Because if they do, they feel ashamed, and that's the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks around with their heads down, and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.