Yet, I also find myself wondering at times if words are really as powerful as they seem. To be able to tell how someone feels just by their body language, the look in their eyes, and to not need words...to feel comfortable with someone, even in silence...that is also a wonderful feelling. I've had that experience far less than I would like, however.
I've always been a talker...and I probably talk too much, heh. I was raised mostly by my mother though, and with her, if it's too quiet, something's wrong. She was either very sad or very angry when she wouldn't talk. Thusly, I learned, without her meaning to teach me, that talking was a good thing, and silence was bad. It has taken me a while to understand this is not the way things really are. Silence is not a crime. In fact, it can be a beautiful thing. Still, when I don't know what to do, I cling to the spoken word for salvation. A moment of silence I had not anticipated comes, and instantly I jump for a witty line, or a comment of some sort, attempting, sometimes rather poorly, to keep the silence away. More people need to tell me to shut up. I won't be offended if people say to me, "Mary Ellen, please be quiet." There was one person who used to do that, and I was always thankful when they did.
I can't decide, therefore, which is more important--words or silence. Words can express so much emotion, yet silence can allow emotion to shine through as well. I suppose it's like music, in that way. Some songs' strength lies in the lyric, and the power of the singer's spoken words. Others can convey that same emotional power without the words...just the music tells the listener everything the composer everything they wanted to portray. I suppose, then, there is a place for both of them...I just have to learn when the time for each of them is.