But by the time the survivors of the war returned home, words like these had turned into empty rhetoric.

I had thought myself unable to feel anymore; but her words turned me cold.

All the fine words of the past decade were turning to dust.

His final word on the matter as he turns and gestures to the guard that our meeting is over.

He started to say something, but the words turned to jelly.

All words turned stupid and clumsy when you could share someone else?

When Bertram spoke her name, the word turned into a question.

When it got down to something he might actually do, his own words turned abstract.

"The words turned to dust in my mouth," was a new one on me, but it happened.

Here he was, the boy whose words had filled the silence and turned the crowd into this direction.