All The Things We Cannot Say Novels & Stories

Even this last line of defense has been dismantled. We can't go back anymore. “Is it possible or not, let me go with you, because you said you couldn't stay here any longer The way back was too dark, not secure for him to walk alone. I think it's because I'm not gentle enough, I can't share my sorrows with you The things that cannot be said, will become regrets embedded in the heart. Please leave all the pain for yourself, the good things please follow me I thought if I could bear all the pain, would you ever think of me?

"We don't deserve this." "We don't." Noah agrees again. Sighing, he asks "Do you know what the scariest thing is?" "Out of topic, but go on..." Noah smiles. It's not out of topic. This is clearly the cause of all his problems. He then says "It's not 'not knowing ' what you want; it's not wanting anything at all."

she stares deeper into the water. “Why do you ask that? Do you have something you want you feel you can't have?” I drop the empty glass I've been holding on the bench beside me. I join her in staring at the water. “Do you?” she shoots back “I mean, don't we all? There's always that one thing we desperately want but sometimes we can't have or rather it's best we don't have them because we just might destroy it. So we settle for hoping and longing from afar” I rattle off.

And as much as I wanted to hold on, I wasn’t sure if I could. Not anymore. Not like this. Not with all the things we weren’t saying.

One bleeding. One broken. One burning. I closed my eyes. If I wasn’t allowed to exist— Then I’d burn down everything that said I couldn’t.

My throat closed on words too big for my mouth. "You'll see why I was unable to say it. You'll see why certain things are to be discovered and not to be uttered." His jaws clenched, the muscle flexing under his skin as irritation skipped over his face like a flash of lightning. I knew he hated riddles, hated not knowing when the answer lay just under his nose. Rowan was an uncomplicated man, a man who liked to act rather than to question, and I was making him navigate a maze when all he wanted was a certainty. But before he could speak his disapproval, before he could ask for something I was not yet ready to grant, I continued on, speaking in a whisper beneath the load of the accumulated yea

But what he didn’t know is that, there is a limit to how much emotions could be placed within words. Because simply…somethings can’t be explained. They are felt.

There are things in the world that no matter what we do, we can’t control. It’s beyond our grasp and all we can do was just stare as fate takes over. We get hurt and we look for someone to blame. We choose to blame the people around us, the gods in heaven, or even ourselves. There's nothing else we can do but to cry over those things.

We can't say what we want to say because we're afraid of what they'll say when we reveal what's in our hearts. In their eyes, we have to be okay.

The letters of my mind , which were never read to anyone, nor did I peeped in by myself again. The letters that were never really written, neither posted, nor shown . They remained unknown... There are things that are left unexpressed.The things you wanted to tell , the people you wanted to bind. The statements that remain unstated, the words that weren't uttered at all. The feelings that you hesitated to show, the emotions that you buried deep below. The questions you wanted to ask, the answers you wanted to give.