Quotes About Silent

I can't read lips.

I'm a Navy SEAL. Nobody will hear me coming.

Owls, meanwhile, display some darker tendencies.

There's only so long you can play the silent type standing in the background. 'GoldenEye' was good for that. I was the villain: James Bond was doing all the heavy lifting. I liked that.

There's a lot of people on Vine who don't really talk, but who are very big.

There are just some feelings, I've learned, for which we never invented the right words.

There are just some feelings, I've learned, for which we never invented the right words.

It is so hard to fight with the tears that aren't coming from your eyes, but you are silently weeping inside your heart.

Verbal abuse is still abuse. It's abuse in the form of words. Don't assume that a few hurtful words won't cost them their life. Words hurt.

Maybe I don't cry, but it hurts. Maybe I won't say, but I feel. Maybe I don't show, but I care. I miss you but I don't show. Dear heart, please be strong...

Just because you don't see the tears doesn't mean they aren't there.

Sometimes, tears are signs of unspoken happiness and smiles are signs of silent pain.

I need to cry but there's no tears. I want to scream but there's no voice. I want to leave this hell but there's no exit sign.

The worst type of crying is the silent one. The one when everyone is asleep. The one where you feel it in your throat, and your eyes become blurry from the tears. The one where you just want to scream. The one where you have to hold your breath and grab your stomach to keep quiet. The one where you can't breath anymore. The one that you realize that the person that meant the most to you, is gone...

Tears are words the heart can't express.

Morning greetings doesn't only mean saying Good Morning, it has a silent message saying: I remember you when I wake up! Have a nice day!

Gratitude is one of the least articulate of the emotions, especially when it is deep

The love is a sound we can not hear, yet, within our hearts, it's as loud as thunder. It's a word we can not speak, although, it is branded upon our very souls.

Death had no lips, but it was smiling

Pero ¿qué tormenta golpea en silencio?

He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.

Death is sometimes so discreet that it steals in noiselessly, stays for only a moment and carries off its prey...

I like to believe I enjoy surprises, that I'm someone to whom an eruption of the unusual should be usual, or who branches out to advance the implausible. I might fly a jet, become a man, walk backward without a care, threaten like a stalker, speak freely at all times, swim the Atlantic on a greasy back, be silent for months like a Carthusian ...

The bottom line is that heat kills more people than any other natural disaster, and yet heat waves go unnamed. They do not blow in with 100-mile-per-hour winds, a blistering, swirling shadowlike image on radar with a defined eye, or shake the ground in an intense display of drama. No. Heat is a silent killer. It slowly and stealthily moves into a region like a ghost, targeting the vulnerable and unsuspecting.