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“I clutched my chest, feeling my heart racing. “You treacherous, treacherous thing. What have you done?”
― kiera cass , The Crown

“I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“She gazed at him alluringly and grinned. No further words were necessary.”
― Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans

“He still looked like something Eleanor didn’t have words for.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“Maybe we ran out of words, maybe we don't know what to say, maybe we both want to go our separate ways, maybe we want to speak up but we're afraid. All I know is this feeling isn't fading away.”
― Dalal Gebara

“Once we name something, you said, we can never see it the same way again. All that is unnameable falls away, gets lost, is murdered. You called this the cookie-cutter function of our minds. You said that you knew this not from shunning language but from immersion in it, on the screen, in conversation, onstage, on the page.”
― Maggie Nelson, The Argonauts

“There were so many things I wanted to tell you.
Or rather,
I wished to have things that I wanted to tell you.

What a thing, to be with you and have
no words for it. What a thing,
to be outcast like that.

And then everything unfastened.
It was like something was always dissolving
inside you��

Already it's hard to remember
how you used to comb your hair or how you
tilted your broad face in green shade.

Now what seas, what meanings
can I place in you?”
― Mary Szybist, Incarnadine: Poems

“I can see her struggling to find the right word. Death seems so harsh. Passing so oblique. Some things are beyond words, I suppose, and she never finishes the statement. It seems right, that her words should fall into oblivion; after all, she—like me, like everyone—has no words for what follows, for the unknowable, only her hopes and prayers and an unwavering faith in something more.”
― Kelseyleigh Reber, If I Resist

“I cannot say anything about going away. I cannot say anything even in this diary. Perhaps it is better not to say anything ever. I must try not to say anything more to Eddie, when I have said things it has always been a mistake.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart

“Even the syllable grief feels like a cliff, and we've fallen.”
― Jodi Picoult, Mad Honey

“До какой же мерзости опускается человек......только для того , чтобы утешить свое ущемленное эго.......”
― ash