Unexpressed Emotions Quotes

The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator. And how many loves have perished because, from pride, or spite, or diffidence, or that unmanly shame which withholds a man from daring to betray emotion, a lover, at the critical point of the relation, has but hung his head and held his tongue?

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

It's the damage that we do and never know. It's the words that we don't say that scare me so.

That's the illusion - the idea that you can be all right on the inside and not act it out - and it has affected us in many ways. That's a part of the idea that professing is enough.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

You can't say you're happy either. You don't even smile for me.

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

The emoji still doesn't really speak to the complexity that actually - or the subtext that goes on between when people actually speak face-to-face.

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

All unlived emotions turn to inanity.

Hope and wishes for all that delights will sour in the midst of action not taken and words unsaid.

I don't get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say.

I look at pictures of you because I am afraid that you would notice me staring in real life. I looked at your picture today for countless minutes. It is closer than I’ll ever get to you for real. I felt like I was looking at a captured animal at a safe distance. If you knew I was doing this, you would feel sickened and frightened. That’s why you’ll never know. Years will go by and you’ll never know. I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do. I love you more than I hate my loneliness and pain.

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.

They say I have no emotions, but I'm excited even if you can't see it.

There can be nothing more baffling in a human relationship than silence, the dark loom of doubts and questions unexpressed.

There are things I cannot say.

And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.

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

What cannot be said, will get wept.

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.

I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn't that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don't know. She probably didn't even know I was there. But I'll always love her. All my life.

Pain in the present is experienced as hurt. Pain in the past is remembered as anger. Pain in the future is perceived as anxiety. Unexpressed anger, redirected against yourself and held within, is called guilt. The depletion of energy that occurs when anger is redirected inward creates depression.

I looked at her and tried to speak, but all I could think about was how shocked she'd be if I said what I was thinking.