Unexpressed Quotes
Unexpressed Quote of the day
When words remain unspoken and emotions are left unexpressed, just a glint in the eyes from otherness can inflame the mind and rouse a shower of empathy. ("Only needed a light ")
Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.
She felt tears slip from beneath her lashes, no matter how she tried to blink them back. Her heart was ablaze. It seemed that her entire life had led to this man, this moment of unexpressed love.
And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.
But I hope you don’t feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache. Remember, you always will be.
Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn’t really know you?
There is a sad end I used to liveeven before I knewthis is how I was meant to begin.
It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.
Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems, play all around, you will find me there.
But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments.
Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?
I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.
The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.
What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words— Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.
Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?
From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear, to the old end, to the new beginning, you have lost me everywhere.
Photographs are the reflection of untold stories, unseen beauties, unexpressed emotions, and the unheard songs of life.
Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.
