Bertolt Brecht Quotes

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I've begun to fear more that that is letting the moment pass without saying anything. I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back, regretting the moments we didn't speak up. When we didn't say "I love you." When we should've said "I'm Sorry." When we didn't stand up for ourselves or some one who needed help.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

The regret of my life is that I have not said 'I love you' often enough.

If a person feels he can't communicate, the least he can do is shut up about it.

Much unhappiness has come to the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

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

My ribs ache from all the texts I'll never make time for.

Grave silence is far more powerful than the same old voices yapping away.

I look back upon my times when more people were listening to what I had to say, and I didn't say enough.

Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.

I waited for her to catch up, and when I did, she slowed down, and I missed seeing the light in her hair. I never told Nadia how much I liked seeing the halo the sunlight made of her hair. Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts.

What I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid?

So much harm comes into this world when the wrong thing is said. But that's nothing compared to the pain from what goes unsaid.

People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence.

The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.

Many times in life I've regretted the things I've said without thinking. But I've never regretted the things I said nearly as much as the words I left unspoken.

Just supposing," he said, "just supposing" --he didn't know what was coming next, so he thought he'd just sit back and listen--"that there was some extraordinary way in which you were very important to me, and that, though you didn't know it, I was very important to you, but it all went for nothing because we only had five miles and I was a stupid idiot at knowing how to say something very important to someone I've only just met and not crash into lorries a the same time, what would you say..." He paused, helplessly, and looked at her. "I should do.

How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.

Sometimes when relationships end, you write an e-mail and say everything you wish you said. Sometimes you don't push send.

We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.

Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind

And things go unsaid soon get forgotten

Someday I'll be remembered for The phone calls I never made Letters I never mailed And the stories I never finished telling anyone.