Unspoken Despair Quotes

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

I am the Saudi Arabia of unhappiness. I have so many reserves of misery that you wouldn't understand. I actually think that's part of why I connect with Canadians. I think they understand grinding misery underneath.

I have no words for my reality.

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

There are millions of people living Thoreau's life of quiet desperation, and they do not have the language to escape from that desperation.

There's always a fundamental misery that's with me that I always relate to some bit of loss or something. I don't know what it is about me, but even though I'm happy on the surface, there's something there, I guess. So, it all comes from wherever it comes from. I really don't know where that is.

My wife had a miscarriage. We have rarely talked about it. It did make me more aware of the sanctity of human life, how precious every child is.

Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.