silent torment Quotes

It a wretched thing to suffer at the hand of one of whom we cannot complain.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

If sequestered pain made a sound, the atmosphere would be humming all the time.

There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example.

Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.

Potential unexpressed turns to pain.

What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence.

One sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces . . . in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and then one can guess at the secret of intolerable solitude that lies hid beneath the delicate laces . . .