Lilly Pulitzer Quotes

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.

Why can't somebody give us a list of things that everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks?

People are always giving you credit for really wanting to say more than you said.

In fact, their eyes sort of roll around and they kind of go, 'Hmm'- like there's something there and they don't want to talk about it. But they're not that kind when they are speaking in public.

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

Why can't somebody give us a list of things that everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks.

He who sincerely expressed his thought must remain alone, whereas it generally happens that everyone else, or the majority at least, have been thinking and feeling the same things but without expressing them. he who sincerely expressed his thought must remain alone, whereas it generally happens that everyone else, or the majority at least, have been thinking and feeling the same things but without expressing them.

I'm used to playing characters who have a lot to say but don't know how to say it.

I have those dreams that you can't put into words.

It takes a very deep-rooted opinion to survive unexpressed.

I don't want my poems to be sentimental, though I do acknowledge that sentiment is probably rather under-reported in a lot of people's feelings a lot of the time.

Often it is important to listen to what people aren't saying.

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

If a thing isn't worth saying, you sing it.

True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; they hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

Writers mean more than they say and say more than they mean.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

It's hard for me to put my feelings into words.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.

I've got nothing to say most of the time.

I have noticed that nothing that I never said ever did me any harm.

I say out loud what everyone thinks deep inside.

I am a sentimental guy, and occasionally, that lump in my throat when I speak has stopped my tongue from working.