the·right·words.
In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn’t change half way through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our plodding.
Donald Miller, To Own a Dragon
Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.
James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
Her voice was pure crystal, transparent, and so fragile I feared her words would break if I interrupted them.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind
There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark..Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.
Sara Zarr, Sweethearts
You can be in the middle of a creative meeting at your job or something, and enough material can rush through your head just in the little silences when people are looking over their notes for the next presentation that it would take exponentially longer than the whole meeting just to try to put a few seconds’ silence’s flood of thoughts into words. Words and chronological time create all these total misunderstandings of what’s really going on at the most basic level.
David Foster Wallace, Oblivion
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of ‘parties’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced.
Anne Lamott, Grace [Eventually]: Thoughts on Faith
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society 
I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won’t really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we’ll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won’t wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
We say we exchange words when we meet. What we exchange is souls.
Minot J. Savage
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Maya Angelou, Excerpt from “Still I Rise”
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums