In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Words can make a deeper scar than silence can heal.
Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.
We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.
In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
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