Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will make you go into a corner by myself and cry for hours.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me.

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

Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts

Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts. . . .

Sticks and stones will break your bones, but now words can kill, too.This is how we must look to God. As if everything's just fine.

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 may break bones, but words can shatter souls. Choose carefully the words you say to others. Choose wisely the words you say to yourself. Words have a way of becoming truths we believe about ourselves. And what we believe, we become.

As my mother told me sticks and stones may break my bones but words don’t hurt me.

It will grieve me so to the heart, that I shall cry my eyes out.

Sticks and stones can't break my soul
But words, they seem to sometimes harm me — Maybe it's because I'm forever hungry — ...for the truth of love.

Words that weep and tears that speak.

Words are loneliness.

Solitude may rust your words.