Unspoken Agony Quotes

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.

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

How vivid is the suffering of the few when the people are few and how the suffering of nameless millions in two world wars is blurred over by numbers.

I like the idea of contained emotion because I grew up most of my life feeling that way. As an adolescent, people would always say I was not expressive, and they always made the mistake of thinking that I didn't feel anything because I didn't react to things.

History... is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

I have no words for my reality.

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.

I didn't really feel I was being hurt, but you could feel it.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Lots of hurtful secrets are better off kept. The problem is that people find it so hard to keep them.

What annoyances are more painful than those of which we cannot complain?

Let the veil of silence fall presently over what happened afterwards. Silence, too, can speak out.

A lot of compelling stories in the world aren't being told, and the fact that people don't know about them compounds the suffering.

There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example.

There are millions of people living Thoreau's life of quiet desperation, and they do not have the language to escape from that desperation.

My wife had a miscarriage. We have rarely talked about it. It did make me more aware of the sanctity of human life, how precious every child is.

I've suffered too much to hide my feelings.

Potential unexpressed turns to pain.

All of our actions have consequences whether we know it or not. We never know what people are going through until something tragic happens - if they don't talk about it.

There is no greater agony than carrying the burden of an untold story.

No one realizes how much pain is hidden behind my smile.