Quotes About Unspoken

I wear the words we didn't say. My heart is clothed in them every day.

Sometimes, the things people don't say are louder than the words that come out of their mouths.

charm lies in the unsaid, the unwritten, and the undisplayed.

By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love, with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love, in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath, like tongues of long-hidden flame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress, such as love claims and hallows.

But honey, there are some things that must never be said out loud.

Death is a sophisticated afternoon in Santa Fe, with nobody saying what they are thinking.

She'd laugh at odd times as we talked and this flustered me pleasantly and made me laugh too, as if we both understood something we couldn't say.

The Morgans always seemed to be having a second conversation—an unheard dialogue right next to the one they spoke aloud.

I wanted to say a lot of things, but, as usual, I didn't have the words for the thoughts inside my head.

I've learned that some things are almost impossible to talk about because they're things no one wants to know. ? ? ? Not even me.

Why are you here?" "Because you never said goodbye.

her true name is never spoken aloud.

It was just that his heart belonged to someone else, and they both knew it. They never spoke of it, but it was true just the same.

That was how change came she supposed, in the quiet of things unspoken and truths unacknowledged. (The Great Alone)

Too many things to say. Too many things unsaid.

Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.

No mother. Two small words, and yet within them lay a bottomless well of pain and loss, a ceaseless mourning for touches that were never received and words of wisdom that were never spoken. No single word was big enough to adequately describe the loss of your mother.

Leni felt distance spreading between them. That was how change came, she supposed: in the quiet of things unspoken and truths unacknowledged.

There are chapters in every life which are seldom read, and certainly not aloud.

She looked at him, and his eyes locked with hers, and she could not breathe for the need she saw there. A thousand thoughts flashed through his eyes, and he kept them all to himself. She had never known such a self-contained man, so few words and now none when she desperately needed them from him.

In stories, especially those told by loved ones, there was always some blind spot, a momentary gap, a weak point, incomprehensible sorrow, longing for something lost or that had never taken place, which pulled me inside, into the dark galleries of the unspoken. There were such secret galleries and corridors in every story.

Never can that be told, for those who saw and lived through it have lost the gift of words and those who are dead can tell no tales. Those were things which are not told, but forgotten. Fore where they not forgotten, how could they ever be repeated?

Ostade u njemu nešto stišano i zamišljeno. Ono neizrecivo, što iskusni i napa?eni ljudi ?uvaju u sebi, kao skrovito dobro, i što im se, samo pokatkad, nesvesno odražava u pogledu, kretnji i re?i.

In every story there is a silence, some sight concealed, some word unspoken, I believe. Till we have spoken the unspoken we have not come to the heart of the story.