The bitterest tear shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone
It’s less the words they say than those they leave unsaid that split old friends apart.
Tact is the unsaid part of what you think.
Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid.
Facts tend to take the punch out of a good hate rant and are therefore left best unsaid.
Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.
Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds
And things go unsaid soon get forgotten
What is left unsaid gets in the way of the relationship. What is left unasked-for is a missed opportunity.
Some promises are better left unsaid