“Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.”
“Until I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.”
“There are kinds of pain that you can't speak out loud.”
“...to speak of them out loud, to speak of their hunger and pain and loneliness and humour, to make them visible so that can not be ravaged in the dark without great consequence.”
“I couldn't be dead. I hadn't even brushed my teeth, for crying out loud”
“Even though silence can be golden, it can also be more painful and hurtful than words.”