"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me." True? or not?
NOT TRUE.
This old adage was often used by many in response to those who said something that may have upset them. Sometimes used to answer a hurtful comment or remark. School-kids mainly, not always.
Why am I rambling on about 'words'? It's because they can mean so much in so many ways.
Yes, they can certainly hurt, or comfort and reassure. Sometimes they might relight the dying embers of a fire that once burned so warmly in one's life.
Yesterday I watched 'In a Lonely Place', starring Humphrey Bogart and Gloria Grahame. Bogart portrays a troubled writer and towards the end of the film he asks Gloria Grahame what she thinks of these words he'd written:
"I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me."
I thought how poetic this was when he voiced those words.
So reminiscent of 1951 and my first encounter with real depth of feeling and emotion. So short, but everlasting.
