Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

— Benjamin Franklin

Joyful Unsaid quotations

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Unsaid quote We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.
We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

I think we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves. Communication is too alarming. To enter into someone else's life is too frightening. To disclose to others the poverty within us is too fearsome a possibility.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

‎True love isn't expressed in passionately whispered words an intimate kiss or a embrace; before two people are married, love is expressed in self-control, patience, even words left unsaid.

I will begin to speak, when I have that to say which had not better be unsaid.

Democracy don't rule the world, You'd better get that in your head;

This world is ruled by violence, But I guess that's better left unsaid.

The words you'll most regret Are the ones that are left unsaid.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together

Before you speak ask yourself if what you are going to say is true, is kind, is necessary, is helpful. If the answer is no, maybe what you are about to say should be left unsaid.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.

I swore that I would never say I miss you more everyday but, some things are better left unsaid.

All our media are given over to things that are better left unsaid.

The unsaid part is the best of every discourse.

The action of the soul is oftener in that which is felt and left unsaid than in that which is said in any conversation. It broods over every society, and men unconsciously seek for it in each other.

There is no time to leave important words unsaid.

The kindness I have longest remembered has been of this sort, the sort unsaid;

so far behind the speaker's lips that almost it already lay in my heart. It did not have far to go to be communicated.

Christianity does not want us to reduce by one atom the hatred we feel for cruelty and treachery. We ought to hate them. Not one word of what we have said about them needs to be unsaid. But it does want us to hate them in the same way in which we hate things in ourselves: being sorry that the man should have done such things, and hoping, if it is anyway possible, that somehow, sometime, somewhere he can be cured and made human again.

These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.

I don't have to tell you it goes without saying there are some things better left unsaid. I think that speaks for itself. The less said about it the better.

Much unhappiness has come from things left unsaid

A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air.

But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.

He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs; and when he was done, and he'd set the violin back in its box, Will's eyes were closed, but Tessa's were full of tears.

The Japanese tend to communicate via nuance and euphemism, often leaving important things unsaid; whereas Americans tend to think they're being subtle when they refrain from grabbing the listener by the shirt.

Democracy don't rule the world, you better get that in your head;

this world is ruled by violence, but I guess that's better left unsaid.

She wished such words unsaid with all her heart

Everyone agrees that a secret should be kept intact, but everyone does not agree as to the nature and importance of secrecy. Too often we consult ourselves as to what we should say, what we should leave unsaid. There are few permanent secrets, and the scruple against revealing them will not last forever.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you'll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

We were never lovers, and we never will be, now.

I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.

Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.

One of the very best rules of conversation is to never, say anything which any of the company wish had been left unsaid.

And surely one of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.

And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say.

But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.

It’s less the words they say than those they leave unsaid that split old friends apart.

Some things need to be left unsaid.

If we don't pray according to the needs of the heart, we repress our deepest longings. Our prayers may not be rational, and we may be quite aware of that, but if we repress our needs, then those unsaid prayers will fester.

Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.

All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.

People in bands don't have the kind of conversations people might think they have. The best things about being in a band are the things that are unsaid.

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.

There's a power that comes with silence.

I had grown to fear the unsaid thing. So it felt like a release to say it-to admit that the risk wasn't just inside our walls-it was inside my skin. I was willing to claw, scratch, and bleed until I'd found it.

Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid.