“Let me teach you the language of love you’ve never spoken.”

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

I know the way isn’t clear hold steady anyway.

And sometimes love looks like choosing.

Your lies were so beautiful that I miss them more than you.

Let me show you just how bad good love can be.

I fear I am and will always be the river emptying into your sea.

I was perfect until I broke.

You only knew the parts of me you accepted in yourself.

I am so sorry; you see, I wanted to love you, but I had to be free.

My darling, how lonely it is to love you.

You were a nightmare I never wanted to wake up from.

I am jealous of the wind because she gets to touch you.

I would die for you it’s true if I could only learn how to breathe around you.

I want to catch snowflakes on your tongue.

Formless I take shape beneath your fingertips.

The sadness in her eyes was more beautiful than any sunrise.

Spanish is such an important language globally.

So what do we say to each other is the language of unspoken? The words are sweet; the space is bitter or is this just the them I’ve chosen.

There are approximately 1,010,300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly express how much I want to hit you with a chair. (Alexander Hamilton, to Thomas Jefferson)

My mom was an executive at AT&T, a global account lady. I have no idea what she did. I just know she was never home and speaks several languages.

I wanted Americans to understand that words matter—that the hateful language they heard coming from their TVs did not reflect the true spirit of our country and that we could vote against it.

I’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

Let us eat, drink, and love for tomorrow we die, would be in fact the language of reason, the morality of life; and who but a fool would part with a reality for a fleeting shadow?

The limits of my language are the limits of my universe.