Robert Burton Quotes

The tongue is more to be feared than the sword.

I just think that as much as we say sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me - words do hurt.

I hadn't fully realized just how powerful words could be before this. Whoever came up with the saying 'sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me' was talking out of his or her armpit.

Childhood is such a delicate tissue; what they had done this morning could snag somewhere in the little ones, make a dull, small pain that will circle back again and again, and hurt them in small ways for the rest of their lives.

It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.

Words don't hurt you." Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.

Sometimes words are harder than blows.

The wound that’s made by fire will heal, But the wound that’s made by tongue will never heal.

The stroke of the whip maketh marks in the flesh: but the stroke of the tongue breaketh the bones.

Words should have the power to inform and to move, not the power to send people scurrying away. But if you attach that much emotional energy to a word, it gives people the power to hurt each other.

Words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can hurt like hell.

..and only sticks and stones can break my bones.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me. Bones mend and become actually stronger in the very place they were broken and where they have knitted up; mental wounds can grind and ooze for decades and be re-opened by the quietest whisper.

Sticks and stones can break your bones, but names can kill you.

But persistent name calling? that prolongs hurt. It stretches out. Each nasty word stretches the rubber band further away until finally, one day, it snaps back at you with maximum impact

Because even the smallest of words can be the ones to hurt you, or save you.

Memories are worse than bullets.

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

A stick or a stone only stings for a minute. A name seems to hurt forever.

When you're a child, grownups always tell you that "sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will never hurt you". They say it as if it's a kind of spell that's going to protect you. I've never seen the logic of it. Cuts and bruises quickly disappear. You forget all about them. The psychological wounds inflicted by bullies with words go much deeper.

You hurt the ones you love the most. Because it hurts you the most.

That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

You will ruin no more lives as you ruined mine. You will wring no more hearts as you wrung mine. I will free the world of a poisonous thing. Take that, you hound, and that! - and that! - and that! - and that!