Henry David Thoreau Quotes

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.

You can only sit on the frustration of wanting to express something for so long.

You talked to me, but you didn’t. I could see you having these two-sided conversations. The things you wanted to say to me. And the words that actually came out.

The most important things to say are those which often I did not think necessary for me to say - because they were too obvious.

A woman seldom writes her mind but in her postscript.

I am interested in the gap between what people say and what they think - the undiscovered world of people's lives. Lives of quiet desperation.

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

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

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint.

If you don't find some way to discuss what's going on inside you, it can come out in other ways that are self-destructive.

I don't express a lot of things that I feel; I kind of register things.

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

The experiences and feelings I have are starting to outweigh the words available to explain them.

I have so many things I want to say.

Even with me, there are so many things I have bottled up.

Yes, I think I am like the sea. I appear calm on the surface, but there's a lot going on within. Many a times, I may not react to certain things, but that doesn't mean that I don't care or I don't have emotions.

Silence is the demon's trap, and the more one is silenced, the more terrible the demon; but silence is also the divinity's mutual understanding with the single individual.

I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her. Nothing, however, exits my mouth. How well do we really let ourselves know each other? There's a long quietness until I finally break it open. It reminds me of someone breaking bread and handing it out. In my case, I hand out a question to my friend.

So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

Men who have a tempestuous inner life and do not seek to give vent to it by talking or writing are simply men who have no tempestuous inner life. Give company to a lonely man and he will talk more than anyone.

...there's not enough ink and paper to say all I wanted.

It is easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.