{"quotes":[{"text":"He shall never know how I love him.","author":"Emily Brontë","tags":["cathy-earnshaw","heathcliff","love","never-know","true-love","unspoken"],"id":12471,"author_id":"Emily+Bront%C3%AB"},{"text":"These are the things you don’t say, even to someone you love.","author":"Johnny Rich","tags":["intimacy","lies","love","lover","secrets","things-people-say","unspoken"],"id":15754,"author_id":"Johnny+Rich"},{"text":"That we may not fall short of desire, but let us give way to the unspoken passion hidden in the closet of our discretion. (“Crépuscule du désir”).","author":"Erik Pevernagie","tags":["closet","crépuscule","desire","discretion","fall-short","give-way","hidden","may","passion","unspoken"],"id":109168,"author_id":"Erik+Pevernagie"},{"text":"Truth for anyone is a very complex thing. For a writer, what you leave out says as much as those things you include. What lies beyond the margin of the text? The photographer frames the shot; writers frame their world.","author":"Jeanette Winterson","tags":["language","narrative","trust","unspoken","writer"],"id":121255,"author_id":"Jeanette+Winterson"},{"text":"You tend to write because your heart holds million unspoken words, writing is your only way to heal your own soul!","author":"Raouf Ayoub","tags":["healing","soul-searching","speechless","unspoken","writing"],"id":125385,"author_id":"Raouf+Ayoub"},{"text":"I had a dream about you. It's been a while since I could remember any of my dreams, and still, this one has left me with such strong impression. Even now, when I am fully awake, your face flashes before my eyes. It's a face I can totally relate to, as if it wasn't any more yours than it is mine. Terrifying thing, you know? I can't say I've felt that sort of intimacy with anyone. For a moment you knew all my secrets, without me even having to tell them. For a moment I even knew them myself…While I was looking into your eyes, I suddenly started to realize things about myself that were unspoken for years, like fragments of my inner life that were deeply repressed. It’s hard to distinguish if they were buried inside because dealing with them was such a dirty work, or if leaving them unnamed meant that it was not possible to define them precisely enough, so they would keep their true meaning. Perhaps, all this life that I've known so far was in fact no more but a dream about living. The only thing that has kept me in touch with reality was you…I know it comes as a surprise, and you may be wondering why it took me so long to come clean. You also may be wondering how come you've never noticed before. I've tricked you on purpose, yes, and you must realize it really has nothing to do with you. It’s always been me. This is why, seeing you in my dream like that, came out as a shock. You also must forgive me. You must forgive me because I know how it looks like, that everything we ever shared was a lie, and it wasn't…I am more of an illusionist that a deceiver, but it all comes from being in fact, a very private person. Even if it was true that you knew me better than anyone, I’d never admit it. I’d rather dig my own heart out, with a rotten spoon, than admitting it. I may let people in my own little world occasionally, but I would never let them be aware of it. I don’t throw my intimacy in front of others, especially when I care. The more I care, the less I give away, and this is something for you to understand, and grant me your forgiveness. I didn't play my tricks on you in order to deceive you, but rather to save myself, and maybe even deceive myself as well. I’ve had hidden my feelings for you so deeply that I've learned to live with them, as if any other casualty. I have done wrong to myself as much as I did to you, and I don’t know if I can forgive myself. So now I wonder, could you forgive me without feeling sorry for me? I certainly don’t deserve your pity. Especially not now that I am awake.","author":"Aleksandra Ninkovic","tags":["awake","dreaming","dreams","eyes","face","feelings","flashes","hidden","impression","intimacy","intimate","memory","revealing","secrets","strong","unspoken","vision"],"id":135375,"author_id":"Aleksandra+Ninkovic"},{"text":"I find it increasingly difficult to speak of my feelings at will.","author":"Alexandra Kleeman","tags":["alexandra-kleeman","feelings","intimations","repressed","unspoken"],"id":144308,"author_id":"Alexandra+Kleeman"},{"text":"Often, things are left unsaid. Everyone is guilty of thinking and feeling things... Of loving or appreciating others... And of taking for granted that those others will just be there... To continue to share life's journey with...Then when one is gone... So quickly... All those things left unsaid... They matter more, because they were unspoken...Everyone fights their own battles inside themselves... Often no one outside them even knows the wars that rage inside even those who they are closest to...I'd like to take the time, here and now, to tell all of you... Those close to me, and those who aren't... Those who matter so much... And those who have influenced me in even the smallest ways... All of you... That you matter. You are important. You are appreciated. Don't for a moment think otherwise. Don't, for even an instant, think or feel that you are not a wonder... A gift to the world... That makes it a better place to be... Or that it would ever, in any way, be anything less than a tragedy for you to leave before your time.","author":"Dennis Sharpe","tags":["coping","for-granted","important","intervention","loss","love","pain","sorrow","tragedy","unspoken","uplifting"],"id":145853,"author_id":"Dennis+Sharpe"},{"text":"Give me one more night to taste the darkWhen wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen angel's heart now lover's token Light grows dim burying riddle’s death Just breathe to free your one last breath.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["breathe","breathing","bury","burying","dark","darkness","death","dogs","fallen","fallen-angels","free","imitate","imitation","last-breath","light","lovers","night","night-sky","poem","poetry","poetry","poetry","riddle","secret","secrets","taste","unspoken","wolf","wolfen","wolves"],"id":180935,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.","author":"Leo Tolstoy","tags":["lovers","together","unspoken"],"id":213717,"author_id":"Leo+Tolstoy"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":22,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}