Words are like pillows : if put correctly they ease pain.
I know that no words that I can speak, ever, will ever take away the pain and suffering that the family of Ms Ballman, Deanna, and Mabel will experience. But I do want them to know that I am sorry.
My action have caused immense harm, I can’t think of anyone else but me who must be responsible those action.
Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.
A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself.
It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but breathed from all human lips; – not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.
Henry David Thoreau
Krishan Bihari Noor