Steven MillhauserI had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place.
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This quote is a powerful reminder that we often think we know what we’re talking about when we talk, but we do not. Instead, we destroy ourselves and the people around us. “I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place.” If you think you know what you’re talking about, you may do more harm than good. Instead, it’s important to listen to other people and give them the benefit of the doubt.
Source: Dangerous Laughter
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