From The Language of Liars, by S.L. Huang:
Their learning at the Warren stressed it over and over: Language is unpaired. It will not match like a converted measurement. Only clouds of overlapping colored meaning that, in their shifting, might briefly end up combining to form almost the same hue as a word or phrase or gesture or semantic unit in the other language.
The revelations rippled out through a horrified galaxy, one now facing accelerated disaster. While their representatives melted down or pushed petty blame, the public exploded with the sorts of opinions civilized people can have when they see the end of that civilization bearing down but have not yet lived it.
From A Long Long Way, by Sebastian Barry:
The story hung from his heart for the rest of his days.
From The Iron Garden Sutra, by A.D. Sui:
Many words brought many troubles with them. They formed cracks in the meaning through which misinterpretations could flow, flow to favour anyone who drank them.
