Often, things are left unsaid. Everyone is guilty of thinking and feeling things... of loving or appreciating others... and of taking for granted that those others will just be there... to continue to...
Some secrets beg to be betrayed. The secret of undeclared love is like that.
How fearful that dark shadow is when we catch sight of it in the life of another. No wonder those at whom that black arrow is aimed so often turn and flee. How unendurable it can be, the love another...
Beyond her declaration of love she could not see. But as she rehearsed the intensity of her passion she thought that he , when the time came, . The desire to, at the right time, him became, as the ye...
I felt so ashamed with them because everything in their life was going so well and they were so sort of successful. I couldn't talk about what I wanted with them and they were always in a hurry.
Only cowards leave words unspoken.
When words remain unspoken and emotions are left unexpressed, just a glint in the eyes from otherness can inflame the mind and rouse a shower of empathy. ("Only needed a light ")
Music is the sound of unspoken thoughts.
The unspoken words trembled in the air.
But the spark vanished, there was no longed-for recognition, no dawning sign of recovery. The love she had learnt in tending him was an enclosed love, muted and maimed, already mourning. They would ne...
You tend to write because your heart holds million unspoken words, writing is your only way to heal your own soul!
An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.
The best thing about being an author is the unspoken approval to dream while awake.
And all the time my very soul would travel with her, invisible and crying soundlessly with pain. I had acquired a dimension of suffering which would poison and devour my whole being, as far as I could...
An apology given just to appease one's conscience is self-serving and better left unspoken!
She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.
Truth for anyone is a very complex thing. For a writer, what you leave out says as much as those things you include. What lies beyond the margin of the text? The photographer frames the shot; writers...