Stefanie Powers Quotes

There's a lot of times when I just want to scream into the void.

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.

I haven't shaken my fists at the moon.

It was not easy to get all my questions answered, frankly.

I started writing because there's an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy - a yearning I had as a teenager... and when I get ready to write, I think I'm trying to fill that.

The great companies did not know that the line between hunger and anger is a thin line.

When men hold their peace, the stones will cry out.

We need some creative tension; people crying out for the things they want.

I am not good at making people understand certain things.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.

There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.

Not being heard is no reason for silence.

Terrorism is in many, many ways the final utterance of voices unheard.

I was just trying to get his attention!" the man protested at the top of his lungs. "If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.

I got to holler just to be heard.

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.

I've got to have something. I want to stop it all, the whole monumental grotesque joke, before it's too late. But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

Where can you scream? It's a serious question: where can you go in society and scream?

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me, I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.

Success means being heard and don't stand there and tell me that you are indifferent to being heard. You may write for the joy of it, but the act of writing is not complete in itself. It has to end in its audience.

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.

I get tired of talking when I want to be silent.