Quotes About Unspoken

You never know what they mean until you hear what they don't say.

I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I'd never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street- which was, of course, I love you.

I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tounge, the thing I'd never said, even thouhg it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street-which was, of course, I love you.

As I was saying, that's the dark secret of our time, no one mentions it, but every time one opens a door one is greeted by a shrill, desperate and inaudible scream.

About his lengthening absence, Kathi spoke only once, and then obliquely, for there were some things too painful for words.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons

There is always something taboo, something repressed, un-admitted, or just glimpsed quickly out of the corner of one's eye because a direct look is too unsettling. Taboos lie within taboos, like the skin of an onion.

I was inclined to leave love unspoken.

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

The unspoken conspiracy of all religions—and the Buddhism of Zen Buddhism is not an exception—is their seemingly irresistable inclination to make metaphysical what is not so, and then to organize into complexity what is inherently simple.

There are certain things I just don't talk about - there are certain things that are private.

every chapter you write is surrounded by those you don't, every confession by what remains secret or indescribable or unremembered.

The earth is seven-tenths water, but the ratio of silence to voice is far greater. If libraries hold all the stories that have been told, there are ghost libraries of all the stories that have not. The ghosts outnumber the books by some unimaginably vast sum.

merely bringing up facts that were well known in the scientific community, but perhaps best not discussed in public. A Papua New Guinea language has a term for this, Mokita. It means 'truth that we all know, but agree not to talk about.

An English silence—one in which all the unspoken words are perfectly understood by both parties—prevailed. I got into my bed and wept. The matter was never referred to again.

An English silence—one in which all the unspoken words are perfectly understood by both parties—prevailed.

Not a touch, not a kiss, not a word, let alone a scheme or a plan. But there was already, just in the way we sat in the car, before she said a few laughing words and then walked off up her driveway, a complicity between us. Not, I insist, as yet a complicity to do anything. Just a complicity which made me a little more me, and her a little more her.

There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

We can't talk about it, or I know she won't so I don't even try, but it's what goes unsaid between people tat builds up like masonry. You have to either knock the bricks out with other things, or let them keep stacking until eventually you are alone in a room.

There are things better left unknown.matters better left untoldand things better left unsettled.

The loving touch, like music, often utters the things that cannot be spoken.

Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do.

Photography is the story I fail to put into words.