Quotes About Speechless

Tu sais pourquoi Jean Barbek s'est arrêté de parler? lui demande-t-il. - C'est une des nombreuses choses qu'il n'a jamais dites.

Ma quando ti viene quella voglia di piangere pazzesca, che proprio ti strizza tutto, che non la riesci a fermare, allora non c'è verso di spiaccicare una sola parola, ti torna tutto indietro, tutto dentro, ingoiato da quei dannati singhiozzi, naufragato nel silenzio di quelle stupide lacrime. Maledizione. Con tutto quello che uno vorrebbe dire...E invece niente, non esce fuori niente...Si può essere fatti peggio di così?

Tal vez sea que la vida a veces da tales vueltas que no queda ya absolutamente nada que decir.

Sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say.

uttered a word. He had

for when I look at you, even for a moment, no speaking is left in me

Un esclavo es aquel que no puede expresar su pensamiento.

For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever

Una frase trató de tomar forma en mi boca y mis labios se abrieron como los de un mudo, como si se les resistiera algo más que un asustado soplo de aire. Pero no emitieron ningún sonido, y lo que había estado a punto de recordar se convirtió en incomunicable para siempre.

It's hard for me to put my feelings into words.

If a hand, a situation, a wave were ever to raise me up and carry me to where I could command power and influence, I would destroy the circumstances that had favoured me, and I would hurl myself down into the humble, speechless, insignificant darkness. I can only breathe in the lower regions.

An inexpressible radiance suffused me. The chair was so much more beautiful than my cinematic memory that speech was inadequate. It was a haven, a refuge; I saw myself lolling in it, churchwarden poised, evolving new cosmogonies, quoting abstruse references to Occam's razor and Paley's watch. "Oh, God," I choked, extracting a fistful of bills. "I—You've made me so happy! How much?

My mouth only does one thing well, and talking's not it.

Oh ! madame, si vous êtes si instamment attendue, permettez-moi de m'éloigner, car il me serait impossible de vous parler en ce moment. Je suis incapable de rassembler deux idées ; votre vue m'a ébloui. Je ne pense plus, j'admire.

I didn't know if I could speak even if I tried.

I can't describe what I'm feeling, she said. To anyone.

I can't fix my mouth to say how I feel.

He fell back, blood pouring from his split mouth. He was trying to say something but all he could say was blood and that was eloquence enough, in its way.

I've come to the end of another book alive. At times like this I'm always at a loss for words.

Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.

I can't say the words. They're so queer.

It was such a totally unexpected statement from the mouth of a child that the Baron stared at her, speechless in spite of his anger. Is it a midget? he asked himself.

It would take wild horses to get me to talk.

I've seen tons of pictures. But when I first looked out the window at the Earth, it's hard to describe. There are no words.