Unspoken Appreciation Quotes

I never yell, I never tell, but I'm grateful as hell.

We keep quiet about what we read. Our enjoyment of a book remains a jealously guarded secret. Perhaps because there's no need to talk, or because it takes time to distill what we've read before we can say anything. Silence is our guarantee of intimacy. We might have finished reading but we're still living the book.

I sat with him for three hours and we did not exchange a single word. At the end he handed me, as he had done before, an envelope with money in it. It would have been much nicer if he had enclosed a greeting or a loving word. I would have been so pleased if he had.

One measure of friendship consists not in the number of things friends can discuss, but in the number of things they need no longer mention.

I let him know a hurt had been mended in a way that he couldn’t have known, and for that alone there would always be a piece of me indebted to him.

The silence of a man who loves to praise is a censure sufficiently severe.

What you know about the people whom you know at all well is truly amazing, even though you have never formulated it.

My father cared a lot about me, but he never gave me the satisfaction of really knowing it. Hitting .390 wasn't enough for him. Nothing seemed to be. He was not trying to be mean. He was just seeing to it that I never got self-satisfied, that I worked hard to get the most out of what I had.

I always regretted that I never had the chance to tell Dad how great I thought he was.

A song like 'Telescope' was about a friend of mine. He doesn't know it's about him.

We ought all to make an effort to act on our first thoughts and let our unspoken gratitude find expression. Then there will be more sunshine in the world, and more power to work for what is good.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're alive.

She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’…but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.