The Wrong Words

The wrong words. They were true a hundred times over, yet they sounded like a lie. Hadn’t he always known it? Words were useless. At times they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice.

Inkspell by Cornelia Funke
Inkspell, The Chicken House, 2005, p. 264

<Announcer voice> Today on “Is It Just Me or Is It the INFP?” special guest Dustfinger shares his experiences with being unable to verbally express his emotions, coming off as inadequate and insincere.

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