Zitat des Tages über Keine Worte / No Words:
I had no words for these feelings. And then people started using the word Ms. Suddenly, there was this handle with which I could identify myself and understand why I felt so out of whack with the culture around me.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
There are no words to describe my feelings for Errol Flynn.
It's a difficult competition against silence, because silence is a perfect language, the only language which says with no words.
Liverpool gave me a second home. I was 24, I left my team, my town, and I went there. My memories there are just amazing. I have no words to thank them enough, and that's why I will always be a fan.
I definitely like the oddballs. There's a song called 'Little Thing,' which is the only song that I have recorded that has no words. And it's the one that I get past my critic inside me.
I think that a lot of us, whether we are religious or not - there are no words to express some things except religious words. For instance, 'soul.'
There are no words to express my sorrow and regret for the pain I have caused others by words and actions. To the people I have hurt, I am truly sorry.
We have no words for speaking of wisdom to the stupid. He who understands the wise is wise already.
Perhaps the more benign and poetic sense of God is established when we are babies in the moments of primal joy we might call 'the epiphanies of infancy' - the sensation of being blissfully held and feeling complete and at one with everything - yet having no words or no need to say it but instead to just assimilate the feeling.
I have written a few children's books. The first book that I wrote was for children. It was called 'The Package', and it was a mystery story in pictures. It had no words.
I know no words of prayer - God help me because I can not help myself.
Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.
I've always loved silent movies. I recently saw 'Tilly's Punctured Romance' at the Academy, which is the first comedy made with Charlie Chaplin in 1914, and I sat there, and I couldn't believe that the entire audience of 2,000 people were laughing that hard from a movie made in 1914 - and there were no words; it was all faces.
When you've grown sick of reading and bug-eyed from watching TV, when your friends are all visited out, no words can adequately praise the link to the outside world provided by your parents and family.
I have no words for my reality.
Human behavior in the midst of hardship caught my attention very early on, and my first stories were all pictures, no words.