We all laced together—a brothel madam, an English professor, a mute cook, a quadroon cabbie, and me, the girl carrying a bucket of lies and throwing them like confetti.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
Before you shoot an irresistible subject, mute all your senses except sight to find out how much is left for the camera to record.
Where is the raised voice of black America? Why are we mute?
I'm happy to be a writer - of prose, poetry, every kind of writing. Every person in the world who isn't a recluse, hermit or mute uses words. I know of no other art form that we always use.
There is nothing more American than raising your voice in protest, and there is nothing more un-American than a government that attempts to hit the mute button when it doesn't like what it hears.
Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne.
Chance and chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us.
The advantage of beating a mute is he can't tell on you.
Discipline must come through liberty.
In a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.
The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale.
the mute protest in your own bones
But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.
Love is the possibility of possibilities. Its farthest reach is beyond us, no matter how long we love or how much. It will always remain the mute mystery to whose ecstasy and ache we can only surrender with a yes.
Blessed are they who hold lively conversations with the helplessly mute, for they shall be called dentists.
If a picture, which is but a mute representation of an object, can give such pleasure, what cannot letters inspire? They have souls; they can speak; they have in them all that force which expresses the transports of the heart; they have all the fire of our passions, they can raise them as much as if the persons themselves were present; they have all the tenderness and the delicacy of speech, and sometimes a boldness of expression even beyond it.
When whole races and peoples conspire to propagate gigantic mute lies in the interest of tyrannies and shams, why should we care anything about the trifling lies told by individuals?
Dogs are mute and obedient, but they have watched us and know us and can smell how pitiful we are.
