Quotes About Speechless

and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

For some moments in life, there are no words.

It is one of those moments where there is so much to say that there is nothing to say, no adequate words, anyway, to speak it all.

Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of his death, which distresses her so much that she forgets not the slightest detail about it.

Lydia tries her best not to consider the many words that will never come out of her mouth now, the sudden monster void of words she will never get to say.

Monkeys can't talk, stupid!

The words would linger, form in his mind, but never become sound, trapped between his need and his will.

I am so fragile I can't speak.

If I'm around a boy I have a crush on, I can't even talk most of the time.

I don't care if he's not the emotional type or the complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said, 'You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.

The children and their parents were too flabbergasted to speak. They were STAGGERED.

The children and their parents were too flabbergasted to speak. They were STAGGERED. They were AWESTRUCK. They were BEWILDERED and DAZZLED. They were completely bowled over by the HUGENESS of the whole thing. They simply STOOD AND STARED.

This is Ian. He's no' usually speechless. Or so well dressed. -Conner I shouldna wear my best clothes to meet an angel from heaven? -Ian You look very nice, I love your shirt. -Marielle Thank you -Ian I have a shirt like that, too. -Conner

What can I say, friends?" he cried. "This is the thing itself, there are no words for this. This is what words ask for.

What?" Annika shrieked. Aneurism in five, four, three, two . . .

Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.

I think I'm honored. Or speechless. Maybe something in between there.

Jeff Beachum, Sergeant of Snark, Wielder of Witticism, Dominator of the Double Entendre, completely ran out of things to say.

It's hard to put into words, shaking hands with the most powerful man in the world.

I shall have more to say when I am dead.

When I'm asked to define God, I'm almost wordless.

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

can't write well enough to tell you how good it was.

Huh. Veronica Mars, speechless. I'll have to write this one in my feelings journal.