Unspoken Stories Quotes

I was always a storyteller. I just didn't know it. I never shared the stories I made up inside my head when I was growing up. I never wrote them down, either. But I can't remember a time when they weren't there.

When you look into the faces of these quiet creatures who don't know how to tell stories--who are mute, who can't make themselves heard, who fade into the woodwork, who only think of the perfect answer after the fact, after they're back at home, who can never think of a story that anyone else will find interesting--is there not more depth and more meaning in them? You can see every letter of every untold story swimming on their faces, and all the signs of silence, dejection, and even defeat. You can even imagine your own face in those faces, can't you?

I have tales to tell, but I don't tell them. Discretion. Discretion.

I'll never live to write all the stories I have in my head.

I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?

Sometimes I want to convey something complex philosophically, and sometimes I just want to portray myself in a situation that I think other people have been in many times, but it hasn't been written about much.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

What I'm concerned with is what I would call the missing history - the invisible imprint of our stay on Earth and in time.

Like books you will never have the chance to read, there are languages you do not know, and you're not going to get a chance to learn, so you'll never really know what was written, only the approximation.

The only thing that infuriates me is that I have more unwritten stories in me than I can conceivably write in a lifetime.

I have been somebody who has not written a great deal about the truth of my family's life.

When growing up, there were never any conversations about the past, because if you don't ask the questions, you never get the answers.

I talked to ex-wives of musicians of the '70s for research. They're the funniest people in the world, yet there is this sad, beautiful thing in their eyes that says they've seen more than they could ever possibly tell you.

A very long time ago, Grandmother had wanted to tell about all the things they did, but no one had bothered to ask. And now she had lost the urge.

It is difficult sharing and capturing so many years of memories and the people behind the words-and even though that guest book can speak volumes, in between, the pages remain so silent.

I think books should have secrets, like people do.

Many stories come from the dressing room that one doesn't speak when you are playing but can do once retired.

I will take the subway and look at certain women and think 'God, that woman's story will never be told. How come that lady doesn't get a movie about her?'