Loss of Speech Quotes

I find it fascinating to think about what the world is going to be like when people won't talk anymore.

I always defined myself in terms of my talkativeness, and being without a voice hits me in a number of ways.

Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless.

I miss singing every day. I can't sing anymore. My voice doesn't work. I have Parkinson's disease, and it sometimes takes my words away from me.

It hurts me not to be able to communicate like I used to. I used to be pretty good at coming back, you know, quick one-liners.

I would not want to live with a tube in my neck and not be able to move a finger. I wouldn't - that to me is not life.

I think everybody in the future has stopped talking to each other and we all just use emojis.

My father had several strokes and heart attacks. I was with him when he died, and it was a horrible death. He had been a very articulate man, and to lose that, never to be able to speak properly and to be unable to move - he had always been a very vigorous man, so to be in a wheelchair and mumbling - was terrible.

Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.

You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.