Never Enough Words..

Just a follow up on yesterday’s blog.

I was reading a book this morning, Handle with Care by Jodi Picoult, and I came across a paragraph that sums up (much more gracefully than I had) how sometimes there are not enough words to say how you feel.

The world would be a much easier place if, instead of handing over superstuffed syllables all the time, we just said what we really meant. Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest – like what it was like to have a boy tough you as if you were made of light, or what it meant to be the only person in the room who wasn’t noticed – weren’t sentences; they were knots in the wood of our bodies, places where our blood flowed backward. If you asked me, not that anyone ever did, the only words worth saying were I’m sorry.
Handle with Care, Jodi Picoult, page 397.

It seems I’m not the only one who thinks that there are never enough words to say the most important things.