Don't write anything you can phone. Don't phone anything you can talk. Don't talk anything you can whisper. Don't whisper anything you can smile. Don't smile anything you can nod. Don't nod anything you can wink.
My presence speaks volumes before I say a word.
The importance of writing in the breakdown of the bicameral voices is tremendously important. What had to be spoken is now silent and carved upon a stone to be taken in visually.
An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.
There is a form of communication that transcends the power of words.
I keep quiet and let the music do the talking.
A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear; kisses are the messengers of love and tenderness.
The eye speaks with an eloquence and truthfulness surpassing speech. It is the window out of which the winged thoughts often fly unwittingly. It is the tiny magic mirror on whose crystal surface the moods of feeling fitfully play, like the sunlight and shadow on a still stream.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.
He says a million things without saying a word. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.
There is a language that is beyond words. If I can learn to decipher that language without words, I will be able to decipher the world.
I think the main thing was that the character couldn't speak in regular language, so he had to be mimed.
Tears at times have the weight of speech.
It made me alive to the fact that the most important thing sometimes is what isn't said - to prepare for moments of revelation that can be read entirely on actors' faces without dialogue.
Eyes...They speak all languages.
Silence is also conversation.
We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.
Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal.
I am spoken to not in words, which come to me quaint and veiled, but in signs, in conformations of face and hands, in postures of shoulders and feet, in nuances of tune and tone, in gaps and absences whose grammar has never been recorded.
Everything in life is speaking in spite of it's apparent silence.
As the language of the face is universal, so 'tis very comprehensive; no laconism can reach it: 'Tis the short hand of the mind, and crowds a great deal in a little room
Bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye. And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of.
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.
