Quotes About Unheard

Nadie imagina todos los alaridos que se ocultan tras el silencio de los tímidos. Dejaríamos sordo al universo entero si nos lo propusiéramos.

The generations of lives, experiences, and voices of marginalized and silenced Americans offer an array of diverse interpretations of U.S. history that have largely gone unheard, unacknowledged, and unrewarded. Without their perspectives, we are presented with an incomplete and incongruent story that is at best a disservice to the historical record and at worst a means of maintaining an unjust status quo.

He thought himself the closest person to Janie present, yet he had no say in anything and nobody knew how he was hurting. "I had so much to share," he said, "and nobody even knew.

All these words from the seller, but not one word from the sold. The Kings and Captains whose words moved ships. But not one word from the cargo. The thoughts of the "black ivory," the "coin of Africa," had no market value. Africa's ambassadors to the New World have come and worked and died, and left their spoor, but no recorded thought.

ALL THESE WORDS FROM THE SELLER, BUT NOT ONE WORD FROM THE SOLD." "All these words from the seller, but not one word from the sold. The Kings and Captains whose words moved ships. But not one word from the cargo. The thoughts of the "black ivory," the "coin of Africa," had no market value. Africa's ambassadors to the New World have come and worked and died, and left their spoor, but no recorded thought.

The dog's story was just another tragedy among innumerable similar cases that are seldom brought to light because the principals involved cannot tell their own stories.

Martin Luther King Jr., the nation's apostle of nonviolence, once said, "A riot is the language of the unheard."32 But King also showed us that, ultimately, only disciplined, sacrificial, and nonviolent social movements can change things.

Where I come from it was really unheard of to be at a party and someone says, 'What kind of music do you make?', and you say, 'Pop music.' You may as well have 'I'm not cool' stamped on your forehead.

Violence is the language of the unheard.

There are people in whole parts of our cities who are being totally left behind and disregarded. They are unheard. They are told they are unneeded by this economy. And that extreme poverty breeds conditions for extreme violence.

Jos plaukai dabar yra ilgesni, o abipus jos burnos matyti dvi plonos rauksles, tarytum kliausteliai, gaubiantys milijona zodziu, kuriu as neturejau galimybes isgirsti.

I left because you never asked me to stay.

When you are not successful, nobody listens to you.

No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.

Besides, who ever asked you what you wanted in this world, girl? The answer to that question, reader, as you well know, was absolutely no one.

To be honest, I feel like sh.. when you ignore me.

Fine. You can tell the universe how much you love her, just please do not let me hear it.

No one spoke to me. I was easy to ignore. It was not so very different from home, really.

Who knows how many people are invisible because their stories don't fit our categories?

Not that a lot of them had asked for it, or had listened to me. Not that I'm bitter about that, or anything.

A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard.

We are…the painters of unseen images. The singers of unheard songs. The caretakers of what has been lost. We are that which you choose to ignore.

Remember the unremembered; love the unloved; salute the unsaluted; hear the unheard; do the things which have not been done!

Left alone with the dial tone...excuse me, operator, why is no one listening?