unspoken

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6fa466f	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.	together unspoken	Leo Tolstoy
fd9be33	...some secrets beg to be betrayed. The secret of undeclared love is like that.	betray betrayal confront desire love reveal secret undeclared unspoken	Robin Hobb
58d8b67	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.	narrative trust unspoken writer	Jeanette Winterson
4aecd94	And all the time my very soul would travel with her, invisible and crying soundlessly with pain. I had acquired a dimension of suffering which would poison and devour my whole being, as far as I could see, forever.	pain soul suffering the-black-prince unending unendurable unrequited-love unspoken	Iris Murdoch
089664c	But the spark vanished, there was no longed-for recognition, no dawning sign of recovery. The love she had learnt in tending him was an enclosed love, muted and maimed, already mourning. They would never communicate now.	iris-murdoch missed-opportunity sad star-crossed-lovers the-message-to-the-planet unrequited-love unspoken	Iris Murdoch
073aec2	How fearful that dark shadow is when we catch sight of it in the life of another. No wonder those at whom that black arrow is aimed so often turn and flee. How unendurable it can be, the love another bears us. I would never persecute my darling with that dread knowledge. From now onward until the world ended everything must remain, although utterly changed, exactly as it was before.	iris-murdoch love selfless the-black-prince unrequited-love unspoken	Iris Murdoch
f0518c2	The unspoken words trembled in the air.	the-message-to-the-planet trembled unspoken	Iris Murdoch
e82208d	I felt so ashamed with them because everything in their life was going so well and they were so sort of successful. I couldn't talk about what I wanted with them and they were always in a hurry.	inferiority iris-murdoch jealous not-wanted out-of-place outsider shame the-black-prince unspoken	Iris Murdoch
66bc4be	Beyond her declaration of love she could not see. But as she rehearsed the intensity of her passion she thought that he , when the time came, . The desire to, at the right time, him became, as the years moved forward toward that time, increasingly painful, like a poisoned wound that must heal itself by breaking open. She thought in anguish of the times, the recent times, when she could have told him, and had been afraid to, and had clumsily withdrawn, when she could have attracted him and drawn his attention to her. When she had watched over him when he was sleeping in the sedan-chair and could have wakened him with a kiss. If only she had , then she could more easily have borne his not preferring her. He was ready to fall in love -- and if he had -- he must have loved her -- if he had known how much she loved him. The pain of this loss burnt her in every waking moment, that awful 'if only'. She had lost him, and lost him through her own fault. There were no more pleasures now in life.	if-only iris-murdoch loss missed-chance missed-opportunity suffering the-green-knight unrequited-love unspoken	Iris Murdoch

6fa466f

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.

together unspoken

Leo Tolstoy

fd9be33

...some secrets beg to be betrayed. The secret of undeclared love is like that.

betray betrayal confront desire love reveal secret undeclared unspoken

Robin Hobb

58d8b67

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.

narrative trust unspoken writer

Jeanette Winterson

4aecd94

And all the time my very soul would travel with her, invisible and crying soundlessly with pain. I had acquired a dimension of suffering which would poison and devour my whole being, as far as I could see, forever.

pain soul suffering the-black-prince unending unendurable unrequited-love unspoken

Iris Murdoch

089664c

But the spark vanished, there was no longed-for recognition, no dawning sign of recovery. The love she had learnt in tending him was an enclosed love, muted and maimed, already mourning. They would never communicate now.

iris-murdoch missed-opportunity sad star-crossed-lovers the-message-to-the-planet unrequited-love unspoken

Iris Murdoch

073aec2

How fearful that dark shadow is when we catch sight of it in the life of another. No wonder those at whom that black arrow is aimed so often turn and flee. How unendurable it can be, the love another bears us. I would never persecute my darling with that dread knowledge. From now onward until the world ended everything must remain, although utterly changed, exactly as it was before.

iris-murdoch love selfless the-black-prince unrequited-love unspoken

Iris Murdoch

f0518c2

The unspoken words trembled in the air.

the-message-to-the-planet trembled unspoken

Iris Murdoch

e82208d

I felt so ashamed with them because everything in their life was going so well and they were so sort of successful. I couldn't talk about what I wanted with them and they were always in a hurry.

inferiority iris-murdoch jealous not-wanted out-of-place outsider shame the-black-prince unspoken

Iris Murdoch

66bc4be

Beyond her declaration of love she could not see. But as she rehearsed the intensity of her passion she thought that he , when the time came, . The desire to, at the right time, him became, as the years moved forward toward that time, increasingly painful, like a poisoned wound that must heal itself by breaking open. She thought in anguish of the times, the recent times, when she could have told him, and had been afraid to, and had clumsily withdrawn, when she could have attracted him and drawn his attention to her. When she had watched over him when he was sleeping in the sedan-chair and could have wakened him with a kiss. If only she had , then she could more easily have borne his not preferring her. He was ready to fall in love -- and if he had -- he must have loved her -- if he had known how much she loved him. The pain of this loss burnt her in every waking moment, that awful 'if only'. She had lost him, and lost him through her own fault. There were no more pleasures now in life.

if-only iris-murdoch loss missed-chance missed-opportunity suffering the-green-knight unrequited-love unspoken

Iris Murdoch