Quotes About Mute

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

he had nothing to say and he said it

Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to.

He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of its frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface.

Liberty is the right to silence.

This is Jeremy, he doesn't talk much.

It would take wild horses to get me to talk.

Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out is mute," wrote Milan Kundera in The Unbearable Lightness of Being. "Only chance can speak to us. We read its message much as gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup." By

I had the right to remain silent... but I didn't have the ability.

Lover of swampsThe quagmire overgrownWith hassock tufts of sedge—where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere he alone and muteSitteth at rest

Silence is the wit of fools.

Music is almost like a therapy for me. It helps keep me centered and think straight. Before I discovered it, I was walking around, and it felt like there were 25 extra pounds of gravity on my shoulders. It's like you're mute or something.

Desde aquí, junto a la oreja sorda amo en secreto, y enmudezco.

They say a heart breaks, but it doesn't. It goes on working, mute and stubborn as a mule.

We are here to witness. There is nothing else to do with those mute materials we do not need. Until Larry teaches his stone to talk, until God changes his mind, or until the pagan gods slip back to their hilltop groves, all we can do with the whole inhuman array is watch it.

Nature's silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.

Nature's silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block. The Chiense say that we live in the world of ten thousand things. Each of the ten thousand things cries out to us precisely nothing.

Interested in some 'undercover' work? And to think, I was actually having a tender thought about you. Do yourself a favor, Steele…Become mute.

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

He wanted to talk and had nothing to say.

So by the time I got to Michigan I was a stutterer. I couldn't talk. So my first year of school was my first mute year and then those mute years continued until I got to high school.

She scarcely spoke at all and might have been one of those huge dolls which, when inclined backwards, say Ma-ma or Pa-pa: though impossible to imagine in any position so undignified as that required for the mechanism to produce these syllables.

The dead clay makes no protest.

What proportion of the peasantry was well off and what poor is judged by what they bequeathed, and since the poorest had nothing to leave, they remain mute. For no other class is that famous goal of the historian, wie es wirklich war (how it really was), so elusive.