And yet, didn't clinical words like selective reduction and gestational carrier mask the facts?
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
The words trailed off as Destiny reached for Felipa.
The words of formality trailed off as she stared at the room.
He was right, of course, but his harsh words were like salt on a raw wound.
"I really don't have anything to do but pack," the words spilled out excitedly, "and call Connie so she'll know where I am."
She chose her words carefully.
In other words, shut up.
"You'll drive," she minced the words out.
Don't put words in my mouth - or foolish thoughts in your head.
"Don't you come near me," she said, horrified when the words were torn by a sob.
She raised the whip, choking out words through a constricted throat.
The words were spoken softly, but the gun in Davis' hand was convincing.
There is nothing so terrible that a few words from the Padre can't mend.
The words were curt.
She read the words aloud and he snorted.
The words were swift and emotional and she had no doubt he spoke the truth.
There you go, putting words in my mouth again.
The words weren't out of my mouth when we heard his door open and footsteps retreating down the hall.
Those were the last words spoken as I turned out the light.
He tried to speak but it took a few moments before the words were understandable.
Some of the words are slurred but understandable.
"Those were the first words I ever said," called out the horse, who had overheard them, "and I can't explain why I happened to speak then.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
She had scarcely spoken the words then she suddenly disappeared from the cave, and with her went the kitten.
Hearing these words Jim resolved to conquer his alarm.
Edward could spell nearly all the words in his primer, and he could read quite well.
"Well," said the teacher, "you can write words, can you not?"
After you have written three or four words, you can put them together, can you not?
And the words of the old minister came true.
In 2007, Google researchers estimated there were one hundred trillion words on the Internet.
I'm not just playing with words here; rather, I am trying to make a point about the fuzzy edges of what is deemed a disease.
Now we are certainly on the fuzzy edges, a place where words, often fuzzy in their meanings, begin to fail us.
Augustine records that this idea blew his mind (or words to that effect).
Even after my illness I remembered one of the words I had learned in these early months.
I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation.
I learned a great many new words that day.
I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers."
By the words, necessary of life, I mean whatever, of all that man obtains by his own exertions, has been from the first, or from long use has become, so important to human life that few, if any, whether from savageness, or poverty, or philosophy, ever attempt to do without it.
In her own words, they were "good boards overhead, good boards all around, and a good window"--of two whole squares originally, only the cat had passed out that way lately.
It is not in vain that the farmer remembers and repeats the few Latin words which he has heard.
I think that having learned our letters we should read the best that is in literature, and not be forever repeating our a-b-abs, and words of one syllable, in the fourth or fifth classes, sitting on the lowest and foremost form all our lives.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
Anna Pavlovna in dismay detained him with the words: Do you know the Abbe Morio?
Prince Vasili's words frightened her, an embittered look clouded her once handsome face, but only for a moment; then she smiled again and clutched Prince Vasili's arm more tightly.