“These words are razors to my wounded heart".”

“I must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.”

“So well thy words become thee as thy wounds,They smack of honor both.”

“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”

“What do you read, my lord?HAMLET: Words, words, words.”

“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.”

“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”