Unexpressed Thoughts Quotes

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below

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

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words. Your thought, even a bad one, while it is with you, is always more profound, but in words it is more ridiculous and dishonorable.

We need to look at the subtle, the hidden, and the unspoken.

Having knowledge but lacking the power to express it clearly is no better than never having any ideas at all.

No, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low.

There is the fear that you somehow neglected to say what was really yours to say.

The unsaid part is the best of every discourse.

I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.

But my silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on.

In the mental disturbance and effort of writing, what sustains you is the certainty that on every page there is something left unsaid.

You can never say everything you want to say. I feel I had a fair opportunity to explain a lot of the questions.

It scares me to speak my mind, it might sound self-absorbed, I don't say half of what I think, I wonder what I'm thinking for

I don't have to tell you it goes without saying there are some things better left unsaid. I think that speaks for itself. The less said about it the better.

Some things need to be left unsaid.

Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture. The silent bear no witness against themselves.

Graveyards are filled with books that were never written, songs that were never sung, words that were never spoken, things that were never done.

When mouths close, it’s because there’s something important to be said.

I have so many things I want to say.

The word which is best said came nearest to not being spoken at all, for it is cousin to a deed which the speaker could have better done. Nay, almost it must have taken the place of a deed by some urgent necessity, even by some misfortune, so that the truest writer will be some captive knight, after all. And perhaps the fates had such a design, when, having stored Raleigh so richly with the substance of life and experience, they made him a fast prisoner, and compelled him to make his words his deeds, and transfer to his expression the emphasis and sincerity of his action.

These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.

The trouble with being a daydreamer who doesn’t say much is that the teachers at school, especially those who don’t know you very well, are likely to think you’re rather stupid. Or, if not stupid, then dull. No one can see the amazing things that are going on in your head.

This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.

I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn.

How many fine thoughts has every man had! How few fine thoughts are expressed!