Quotes About Unheard

Social Security is too vital to be lumped into backroom budget talks where the views of ordinary Americans risk going unheard.

September 1966. "I think that we've got to see that a riot is the language of the unheard. And, what is it that America has failed to hear? It has failed to hear that the economic plight of the Negro poor has worsened over the last few years.

Unheard silence does not necessarily mean the death of the player. Unheard silence is not the loss of listeners for that voice. It is an evil when the drama of a life does not continue in others for reason of their deafness, or ignorance.

If libraries hold all the stories that have been told, there are ghost libraries of all the stories that have not. The ghosts outnumber the books by some unimaginably vast sum. Even those who have been audible have often earned the privlage through strategic silences or the inability to hear certain voices, including their own.

Nothing again. No one is listening. No one is waiting to hear the kicking of a man above. It is unexpected. You have no ears for someone like me.

All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

In other words, he was the tree in the forest that silently fell--when no one was around to be crushed.

A riot is the language of the unheard.

None of the three, it is true, had stored much hope in Padre Cristoforo's endeavor, since for a powerful man to desist from an act of aggression without being forced to, as a mere concession to unarmed prayers, was not only rare but unheard of.

affirmation and recognition. Sometimes people working with the Organizers will end up feeling unheard, used, and treated as things instead of being valued as persons. This may breed in them a sense of discouragement and depression (repressed anger) which affects their own performance. The Organizer may misread

life is trying to say something no one hears.

To be altarless is to be voiceless

tantas cosas suceden sin que nadie se entere ni las recuerde

Llevada por Francisco Rosas, Julia salió del atrio, sin oír

Life? I no longer care to live. I am alone. But I wanted to come back to warn you. Only no one is listening to me …

It was just a sense that in almost all my dealings with almost everyone I'd talked with, there was another story being told that I couldn't hear.

This is so absurd that it has, to my knowledge, never been contemplated.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.

The thought came back to him, as it often did: To save the culture of your allies is a small thing. To cherish the culture of your enemy, to risk your life and the life of other men to save it, to give it all back to them as soon as the battle was won … it was unheard of, but that was exactly what Walker Hancock and the other Monuments Men intended to do.

To save the culture of your allies is a small thing. To cherish the culture of your enemy, to risk your life and the life of other men to save it, to give it all back to them as soon as the battle was won… it was unheard of, but that is exactly what Walker Hancock and the other Monuments Men intended to do.

It's so sad that no one writes down the things we go through, and even worse - no one will ever know about it, no one will ever see or hear about it, no one will ever be able to restore.

At lunch, I sit with Charlie, surrounded by people but alone. They are talking to me and around me, but I can't hear them. I pretend to be interested in one of my books, but the words dance on the page, and I tell myself to smile so that no one will see, and I smile and I nod and I do a pretty good job of it.

They are talking to me and around me, but I can't hear them. I pretend to be interested in one of my books, but the words dance on the page.

I felt like the kid in the backseat who can't hear what the adults are talking about, it made me feel a little but invisible.