Quotes About Unsaid

I feel that most of our pain from the loss of a loved one is things we never said or expressed.

Words have weight, something once said cannot be unsaid. Meaning is like a stone dropped into a pool; the ripples will spread and you cannot know what back they wash against.

Let X be the moon like a notary. Let Y be all things left unsaid.

I've spoken the truth. The truth can't be unsaid.

All our media are given over to things that are better left unsaid.

For Cixi, what the Viceroy as done was best left unsaid.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

All good writing leaves something unexpressed.

This was it, the big moment: the corpse of his chief enemy, the ruins of his creator, the body of his dead father; the great weight of all that was unsaid and would never have been said; the pressure to say it now, when there was nobody to hear, and to speak also on his father's behalf, in an act of self-division that might fissure the world and turn his body into a jigsaw puzzle. This was it.

I recognize the power of silence in an extroverted world but there is a time for silence and a time to speak up about things that matter that continue to be left unsaid.

I was very aware of office politics because I was so baffled by them. So much so goes unsaid. No one says 'you're a cheeky so-and-so ' no one says 'you're so moody ' nobody ever confronts anyone else about anything. But I'm very crass, and I'm very confrontational, and I have a temper. I had to be hyper-vigilant in every office I worked in.

the most painful good-byes were the ones that were never said, never explained

sometimes I feel my heart fall to vague depths between words there are such spaces that I can't help but feel my heart fall between the pregnant pause of all you will not say and all i can not ask

Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet, raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon, leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss, leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection

over her pink flamingo yard ornament." My private opinion was that a pink flamingo yard ornament deserved demolishing by any available means. A comment left unsaid, of course. Thea's face

And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.

All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.

Hope and wishes for all that delights will sour in the midst of action not taken and words unsaid.

The bad bones have been bad, so they are better left unsaid. They are better left unsaying. But they were never happy, they always wanted more, they were always hungry. They can smell the words, the words coming out of your mouth all warm and yeasty. They want some words of their own. They'll be back.

Don't put it into words. Let us leave some things to be understood, not said.

All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.

She could already imagine the dexterity with which Mallory's arched dark eyebrows would rise, and the answer which didn't need saying.

The scraps of information she'd gathered knocked against each other, like balls in a pinball machine in one of the arcades on the front. Secrets drew her in every time – the unsaid.

after Neruda a bronze song, something undone, salvia, a crushed butterfly. It is the blood on a light bulb, the seventh sadness, a fluctuation that closes oceans and eyes. The vermilion and solitary luminary shimmies and singes the feathers of the aviary. Moon, the clock's word, dear mother, ruin, rain. — Simone Muench, "Elegy for the Unsaid," Lampblack & Ash: Poems . (Sarabande Books; First Edition edition November 1, 2005)