82 Quotes About Unspoken

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 never communicate now.

How can we ever bring ourselves to make love again, I thought, if we can speak of our love only by oblique reference to death?

Their eyes were brimming, With the unspoken words The ice cream left untouched, And a silence fell.

Neither of us was quite sure what the other meant, but, as in dreams, our words could be taken in so many ways, which was fine too, because we liked thinking they had more than one meaning, one obvious, one not so obvious, one hinted at but so muddled that neither of us knew which to grasp, because each was so laced into the others that all three ultimately meant one and the same thing.

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.

The unspoken words trembled in the air.

Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.

Since she had been looking after him she had felt bound to him by a strange silent love.

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 see, forever.