Thought and words

                                                     

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

When you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart, you live in your lips and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

For thought is a bird of space that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

Kahlil Gibran, philosopher and poet

‘The Prophet', 1923

 

Carla Mines