Quotes About Unspoken

Conversations consist for the most part of things one does not say.

The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you.

Neither ever mentioned this most tender hope.

There is so much they need to say.

The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you - whether because you didn't get to have your say, or because the other person never got to hear you and really wanted to.

Five years, a year, even six months earlier, Lydia would have found sympathy in her brother's eyes. I know. I know. Confirmation and consolation in a single blink. This time Nath, immersed in a library book, did not notice Lydia's clenched fingers, the sudden red that rimmed her eyes. Dreaming of his future, he no longer heard all the things she did not say.

She knew what her parents had longed for, without them saying a word, and she had wanted them happy.

What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.

Please hear what I'm not saying

One of the pleasures of dealing with intelligent men, Lin Fong decided, watching seven people ride out the eastern gate in early-morning sunlight, was how much did not have to be spoken.

One day it's been so long since you've talked to someone that it's impossible to say the things you should have said years ago.

Sometimes everything left unsaid, is better to let it remain unsaid.

Maya departs for city, cat, and lover. The days grow shorter. Summer's over. We take long walks among the flying leaves And ponder turnings taken by our lives. Look at each other closely, as friends will On parting. This is not farewell, Not now. Yet something in the sad End-of-season light remains unsaid.

Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.

I'm interested in things women do that aren't spoken about. Manto's stories let me breathe. They make me feel like less of a monster.

Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.

She was never to ask me a question about the man she loved most and understood least. Perhaps she knew enough to know that for her it was enough to have loved him.

We order our lives with barely held stories. As if we have been lost in a confusing landscape, gathering what was invisible and unspoken, sewing it all together in order to survive, incomplete, ignored like the sea pea on those mined beaches during the war.

I don't know the words for how she looked at me -- there are few words -- it was a welling up, a rising, a lifting up on the surface from the water; it was the sort of thing that could not be told.

Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice.

went out of the front door without answering because all I had in my lungs was a scream.

I had a lot of questions, but none I wanted to ask. It was nice, though, riding with my father. It was like the silence connected us in a way that explanations never could.

It was often what Charlie didn't say that spoke the loudest.

My mouth tastes like all the things I should have said.