Quotes About Speechless

One night, for example, I picked up Salvador Dalí on Fifty-Seventh Street and took him to the St. Regis Hotel, not that far away. It was really him, moustache pointing straight up—the whole picture-perfect Dalí. I was flabbergasted. I only had him for a few blocks, and I was dying to say something to him, but I was completely tongue-tied. He paid me, tipped me, and a doorman came to sweep him away.

Words are not even within me. They're not in my vocabulary to really express the kind of feeling that I had.

They got stoneder and stoneder and quit talking.

I don't speak," he wrote, "I'm sorry.

I'm ashamed of our human capacity to hurt and maim one another, to desecrate the body. Yet it allows me to see the cabalistic harmony of heart peeking out behind lung, of liver and spleen consulting each other under the dome of the diaphragm -- these things leave me speechless.

Baffle them with your silence! Shock them with your philosophy.

For me, if I saw my favorite artist in the store, I would probably just tell them three words and walk away.

I don't usually get star struck, but I met Sir Paul McCartney randomly on Sunset Boulevard a few years ago, and I lost it! I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, and I didn't know how to speak. It was crazy. He was nice enough to talk to my family and me for 10 minutes, but I remember babbling away about nonsense.

Some things are just too unjust for words, and too ambiguous for either speech or ideas.

His feelings were too much for speech, and suddenly he broke down.

There are no words for the sort of things I wanted to say. If I had opened my lips just then I would have simply howled like an animal. I was asking myself when I would wake up.

The stork is voiceless because there is really nothing to say.

Que des livres puissent à ce point bouleverser notre conscience et laisser le monde aller au pire, voilà de quoi rester muet.

Oh, man. I'm shucked. I'm shucked for good.

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

It's really very unpleasant. And not being able to say anything to answer back makes it rankle more, if you know what I mean.

Rebecca stared back at him, still dazed. She'd forgotten how to speak; it seemed an unimportant skill, anyhow, when such kisses were to be had, when a whole world could be made from a kiss.

And...well he recalled hearing that Sir Galahad had been speechless when he'd first clapped eyes on the grail. It was a bit like that. Words seemed both pointless and impossible. But Galahad had allegedly been pure of heart, and that's where the comparison ended. Hugh's thoughts were anything but.

There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

Ayya! Until I arrived at your palace I was a woman whose faculties for speech and hearing were fine. I have been accused by many as being talkative but I was rendered speechless by the hearty welcome

Jocelyn was dumbstruck. She couldn't think of a single thing she'd done that might give that impression. "I don't.

Her beauty might fascinate men, but it was difficult to charm them when she stood mute. . . .

I was speechless. Rare for me, but if anyone was capable of shocking me to silence, it was my mother.

Silence is become his mother tongue.