Quotes About Unheard

Y así había sido toda la vida. Tampoco nadie había prestado mucha atención a Antonia en la pastelería. Ni a Elsa grande cuando juraba y perjuraba que deseaba dedicarse a la pintura. En realidad, nadie escuchaba a nadie.

The maltreated child cries 'I hurt.' Unheard or unheeded, that cry becomes prophecy.

There's really no such thing as the 'voiceless,'" Arundhati Roy has said. "There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.

Nobody's listening to me, he thought, story of my life.

The subtlest beauties in our life are unseen and unheard.

Niemand fragt, was in dieser Nacht auf allen Straßen, in allen Winkeln und entlegenen Wäldern im ganzen Land geschiet. Es ist eine Nacht ohne Gesetz. Es gibt kein Verbrechen, weil es keine Ankläger gibt. Es gibt keine Untat, denn keiner fordert Rechenschaft. Niemand hört, niemand sieht. Die Nacht hält sich die Ohren zu. Die Nacht macht sich im Dunkeln blind. Es wird nicht Morgen. Es dämmert nicht. Es wird nicht Tag.

I'm always drawn to the underdogs, to the people whose stories don't get told.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.

Porque hay una historia que no está en la historia y que solo se puede rescatar aguzando el oído y escuchando los susurros de las mujeres.

The voices of my friends at the Little School grew stronger in my memory. By publishing these stories I feel those voices will not pass unheard.

I will not submit unheard. There may be powers that are not malignant travelling this accursed road. I shall leave them a record and an appeal.

Most people took no more notice of the profoundly deaf than they did of their own shadows. They

When she cries, it is quiet, tearless, almost completely imperceptible: one more unheard prayer.

The story of Bert Berns lies buried under layers of history. Much of his music has gone unheard since its original release.

We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

For all these years I kept my mouth closed so selfish desires would not fall out. And because I remained quiet for so long now my daughter does not hear me... All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. And because I moved so secretly now my daughter does not see me... We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing; unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It's not so much, what's the point? It's more like, what's the difference?

There are many good ideas out there that never get an audience.

She would be invisible, of course. No one would hear her. And nothing has happened, really, that hasn't happened before.

My mother was a singer, and I never heard her sing a note in my life.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.

The Queen's voice had dropped, softened. Carel recognized it: the voice of the woman, not the Queen, unheard in seven years. In another circumstance, she might have found it beautiful.

There's really no such thing as the 'voiceless'. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.