Quotes About Silent

When you speak of silent movies, everyone thinks of Charlie Chaplin first.

Mr. Bean is at his best when he is not using words, but I am equally at home in both verbal and nonverbal expression.

There's a legion that never was 'listed,That carries no colors or crest.

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

Like a swan, she made no sound.

Hatreds not voiced, but which are concealed, is to be feared more than those openly declared.

Adding sound to movies would be like putting lipstick on the Venus de Milo.

Warner Studios official in the era of silent movies: Who the hell wants to hear actors talk?

There are two kinds of artists in this world; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that speak from a conscientious desire to make apparent to others the beauty that has awakened their own admiration.

It gave me no hope to see him doing these simple things with the sluggishness of a somnambulist. It proved nothing more than that he could go like this forever, our silent accomplice, little more than a resuscitated corpse.

But there sometimes comes a moment, a small, silent white explosion of awareness.

Dirk was, for one of the few times in a life of exuberantly prolific loquacity, wordless.

How well he fell asleepl Like some proud river, widening toward the sea; Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.

I lived a very don't-ask, don't-tell life.

feeling for a pulse. There was none.

I love watching you – you're a silent film of gestures

La ausencia de sonido puede ser peor que cualquier grito

St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,And silent was the flock in woolly fold.

Patty watches silently, pale eyes alert as they shift form Elspeth's face to mine and back again.

Don Sebastien was beside her as silently as a cat in his patent-leather boots, dabs of mud marring their mirror shine.

Tom and Ben were silent, tall pillars on either side of the poets and the Prince.

The valraven, for all his size and weight, cupped air and settled behind Cristokos silently, except for the hiss of steam and the creak and tick of metal.

Oh, that was fang indeed, and the flicker of a long forked tongue in silent laughter.

My dad was a man of his generation—the Greatest Generation, as it is called, because theirs was the one that grew up in the Depression and fought the Nazis in World War II. But theirs was also the generation of men who never talked about the war, never processed the trauma, kept that stiff upper lip that men were supposed to keep. Which my father did. He also kept his emotional distance from his four daughters.