Unspoken Commitment Quotes

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

He who says o'er much I love not is in love.

See and keep silent.

Oh, I don't talk about Jack and me. Some things are too good to share.

Oh Mr. Webster could never define what's being said between your heart and mine.

I know my parents loved me - they certainly did everything they could for me - but displays of affection were kept on a distinctly low flame.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire.

The really loyal people ... don't talk about it everlastingly.

Your love to me was like an unread book.

What I say in the dressing room always stays there.

I have one secret tattoo. 'True Romance' is my favourite film of all time and in the film the two lovers get matching tattoos of a cherub holding a heart with a banner in it. They obviously get each other's name in it, but mine is empty and will stay empty.

In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words.

I didn't have any pressure to join my dad to help with the family business. I don't think he needs any sort of support at all. That said, whenever he needs my help, I will always be there for him.

Mum wasn't scared of dad but I'm sure she got fed up with him taking her for granted... When I look back it was an empty relationship but I doubt there was ever a question of them splitting up. It wasn't the done thing.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

I was 14 and madly in love for the first time. He was 21. He made me suddenly, unaccustomedly beautiful with his kisses and mix tapes. During the year of elation and longing, he never mentioned that he had a girlfriend who lived across the street.

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

I'm dating a woman now who, evidently, is unaware of it.

People like to hear me say, 'You love me, Chandler Bing. You just don't know you love me.'

For Valentine's Day, I wrote my crush a song and had it professionally recorded. I never released it, though, because I wanted it to be a song just for her. I thought it would be more special that way.

My mother had heard the story of Hannah and Samuel, so she prayed that if God would give her a son, she would give that son to God. That was a perfectly appropriate thing for her to do, but as I observe, she did not have to tell me she had made such a promise. In particular, she did not have to tell me when I was six.

Promise is most given when the least is said.

This love is silent.