Unspoken Devotion Quotes

I am the Love that dare not speak its name.

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

Favorite poems are like favorite children. We definitely have them but we never tell as the others would have their feelings hurt.

My great wish is to go on in strict but silent performance of my duty: to avoid attracting notice and to keep my name out of newspapers, because I find the pain of a little censure, even when unfounded, is more acute than the pleasure of much praise.

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.

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

Cary Grant and I were doing a play in New York. He had a crush on me. Whenever we went to a party, he would always sit on the floor beside me. I thought that was kind of beautiful, like that's where he wanted to be.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

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.

It is ever the invisible that is the object of our profoundest worship. With the lover it is not the seen but the unseen that he muses upon.

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.

Your love to me was like an unread book.

If only Tammy knew how much I really cared about her. She has nothing to do with any of this mess.

I think the things that are most intimate are nameless and shapeless.

True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; they hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

Of a truth, there is an inward, formless, inarticulate, almost unconscious, prayer, the very breath of love, whereby the soul is knit fast to the God whom it has tracked, amidst the tangled underwood of human life, to his covert on the eternal hills.

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

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

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

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

When I realized I could write lyrics and let someone that I knew listen to them, but not know that the song was about them - say it was a girl. I could write this song about how I feel about this girl, I could play it to them. I just loved it, because all of the words would speak to them. I could see them slowly falling in love with 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.

I never come to know if somebody is in love with me; they will have to hold placards and say it.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.