Words matter. These are the best Unspeakable Quotes from famous people such as Ida B. Wells, Luigi Pirandello, John Edgar Wideman, George Eliot, Steve Scalise, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Our country’s national crime is lynching. It is not the creature of an hour, the sudden outburst of uncontrolled fury, or the unspeakable brutality of an insane mob.
Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart.
The title of my book is ‘American Histories,’ plural. And as far as I’m concerned, my reading of history is it is a sort of nightmare. It is a sort of nightmare, and I’m trying to wake up from it. And as any nightmare, it’s full of much that is unspeakable.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
In the face of unspeakable evil, our whole nation must respond with countless acts of kindness, warmth and generosity.
The America we all know has been a story of the many becoming one, uniting to preserve liberty, uniting to build the greatest economy in the world, uniting to save the world from unspeakable darkness.
My sisters and I were fortunate to travel through Asia and Europe at very young ages. We confronted extraordinary beauty in Athens and unspeakable poverty in India.
I stated that Hiroshima and Nagasaki are ‘among the most unspeakable crimes in history.’ I took no position on just where they stand on the scale of horrors relative to Auschwitz, the bombing of Chungking, Lidice, and so on.
Achievements, seldom credited to their source, are the result of unspeakable drudgery and worries.
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
Let not a libation of tears be the only offering at the shrine of Jesus; let us also rejoice with joy unspeakable. If we have need to lament our sin, how much more to rejoice at our pardon!
Fiction allows us to both evade truth and to approach it – or, rather, it’s fiction that allows us to ‘construct’ our world. It’s haunted by the unimaginable and the unspeakable.
It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!
In the name of noble purposes men have committed unspeakable acts of cruelty against one another.
I like texting as much as the next kidult – and embrace it as yet more evidence, along with email, that we live now in the post-aural age, when an unsolicited phone call is, thankfully, becoming more and more understood to be an unspeakable social solecism, tantamount to an impertinent invasion of privacy.
When threats become unspeakable, unshareable and even unreadable, their power over us only grows.
Every generation has someone who steps outside the norm and offers a voice for the unspeakable attitudes of that time. I represent everything that’s supposed to be wrong, everything that’s forbidden.
Though as a psychologist I like to think that nothing human is foreign to me, I admit to having been repeatedly flabbergasted by the insouciance, and sometimes relish, with which our ancestors carried out and witnessed unspeakable cruelties.
You want a novel to tap as directly as possible into your most unspeakable preoccupations. And in America, in particular, cricket is pretty unspeakable.
I used to hunt as a child but gave up the chase in my ‘Ho Ho Ho Chi-Minh, we shall fight and we shall win’ chanting and marching days – by which time I had come to share Oscar Wilde’s feelings about ‘the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.’
If there is a country that has committed unspeakable atrocities in the world, it is the United States of America.
When the world lacks muscular and wise American leadership, it devolves into total chaos, which, in turn, produces unspeakable evils.
Ever since Mike Tyson was champ, twenty-something dudes have microwaved nachos, popped opened Natty Lights, watched sharks do unspeakable things on TV, and whispered a billion ‘Whoa, dudes.’
I was freeborn according to the flesh; I am born of a father who was a decurion, but I sold my noble rank – I blush not to state it, nor am I sorry – for the profit of others. In short, I am a slave in Christ to a foreign nation for the unspeakable glory of the eternal life which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Every true prayer is a prayer of the Church; by means of that prayer the Church prays, since it is the Holy Spirit living in the Church, Who in every single soul ‘prays in us with unspeakable groanings’.
Love truly does have the power to transcend evil. It can get us through the most unspeakable of events and give us the strength to keep on putting one foot in front of the other.
Even the classics that we read to our young children are full of wolves’ fangs and burning ovens and bloody feet and ice shards piercing hearts. Even the New Testament climaxes with an act of unspeakable torture. Might as well just read to our kids from the Amnesty Annual Report and be done with it.
Searching for music is like searching for God. They’re very similar. There’s an effort to reclaim the unmentionable, the unsayable, the unseeable, the unspeakable, all those things, comes into being a composer and to writing music and to searching for notes and pieces of musical information that don’t exist.
Pop art is the inedible raised to the unspeakable.
I need to be free, to speak the unspeakable. You can’t do that in office.
