Quotes About Unspoken

The unsaid, for me, exerts great power.

God's poet is silence! His song is unspoken, And yet so profound, so loud, and so far, It fills you, it thrills you with measures unbroken, And as soft, and as fair, and as far as a star.

I have written much about many good places. But the best places of all, I have never mentioned.

A good deed hidden in silence dies.

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

It was not seen that woman's place was in the home until she began to go out of it; the statement was a reply to an unspoken challenge, it was attempted resistance to irresistible change.

Fiction is most effective when its themes are unspoken. An ideal fiction has a kind of thematic ghostliness, whereby the novel marks its meanings most strongly as it passes, as it disappears, rather as on a street snow gets dirtier, more marked, as it disappears.

Their shared loss went unsaid, but never unremembered. Sendai,

Not a hundredth part of the thoughts in my head have ever been or ever will be spoken or written -- as long as I keep my senses, at least.

Chris will not talk," she said. "He will keep everything in his heart, and later it will burst.

Cuántas cosas se van no diciendo a lo largo de una vida o historia o relato, a veces sin querer o sin proponérselo.

thanking them for coming, and reminding Con to give the dog a bit of something when he gets home late, she forgets altogether to hand him the letter. Holding it after he has left she thinks of the many crucial things left unsaid.

Pride of friend or enemy did not need any words.

That was one of the saddest things about people--their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.

I shall suggest, on the contrary, that all communication relies, to a noticeable extent on evoking knowledge that we cannot tell, and that all our knowledge of mental processes, like feelings or conscious intellectual activities, is based on a knowledge which we cannot tell.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there are words not made with lungs

Nico and Hazel exchanged looks. They both knew better, but they said nothing.

What I wished more than anything was that the thing hadn't happened at all, and I thought that by not mentioning it I'd be doing everyone else a favor.

nothing and yet everything had passed between us.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.

We didn't say anything because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in.

and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.