Chatter Quotes

“In the night, I am kept awake by the endless chatter of my inner self. I hear it speak softly of old hurts and fondly of past loves, while its demands and anxieties resound throughout me in multitudes.
I could be calm and composed all day long, but the moment it is dark, my mind riots.”
― Beau Taplin

“A sign of a lover of wisdom is his delight in not running his mouth about things he doesn't know.”
― Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality

“If talk is cheap, then being silent is expensive. And many people it seems, can't afford to buy into it.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Anyone who has learned the Quran and holds it lovingly in his heart will 'value his nights when people are asleep, his days when people are given to excess, his grief when people are joyful, his weeping when people laugh, his silence when people chatter and his humility when people are arrogant'. In other words every moment of life will be precious to him, and he should therefore be 'gentle', never harsh nor quarrelsome, 'nor one who makes a clamour in the market nor one who is quick to anger'.”
― Ibn Mas'ud

“The chatterer reveals every corner of his shallow mind.”
― Mike Bell

“Your tongue tends to say more about you when it blabs about other people.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“It is the nature of physics to hear the loudest of mouths over the most comprehensive ones.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Lovers of words have no place where honest work must be done.”
― Karen Essex, Stealing Athena

“...the presence of others has become even more intolerable to me, their conversation most of all. Oh, how it all annoys and exasperates me: their attitudes, their manners, their whole way of being! The people of my world, all my unhappy peers, have come to irritate, oppress and sadden me with their noisy and empty chatter, their monstrous and boundless vanity, their even more monstrous egotism, their club gossip... the endless repetition of opinions already formed and judgments already made; the automatic vomiting forth of articles read in those morning papers which are the recognised outlet of the hopeless wilderness of their ideas; the eternal daily meal of overfamiliar cliches concerning racing stables and the stalls of fillies of the human variety... the hutches of the 'petites femmes' - another worn out phrase in the dirty usury of shapeless expression!

Oh my contemporaries, my dear contemporaries...

Their idiotic self-satisfaction; their fat and full-blown self-sufficiency: the stupid display of their good fortune; the clink of fifty- and a hundred-franc coins forever sounding out their financial prowess, according their own reckoning; their hen-like clucking and their pig-like grunting, as they pronounce the names of certain women; the obesity of their minds, the obscenity of their eyes, and the toneless-ness of their laughter! They are, in truth, handsome puppets of amour, with all the exhausted despondency of their gestures and the slackness of their chic...

Chic! A hideous word, which fits their manner like a new glove: as dejected as undertakers' mutes, as full-blown as Falstaff...

Oh my contemporaries: the ceusses of my circle, to put it in their own ignoble argot. They have all welcomed the moneylenders into their homes, and have been recruited as their clients, and they have likewise played host to the fat journalists who milk their conversations for the society columns. How I hate them; how I execrate them; how I would love to devour them liver and lights - and how well I understand the Anarchists and their bombs!”
― Jean Lorrain, Monsieur De Phocas

“This meal happened to be a make-believe tea, and they sat 'round the board guzzling in their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy said, was postiviely deafening.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“The more I took note of how my body and brain clicked along through the day, the more I realized that I spent a considerable amount of time banging around with a brain full of chatter; a rush of things to do, bills to pay, telephone calls, text messages, e-mails, worrying about my job or my looks, my boobs or my ass; I rushed from thing to thing, multitasking, triple-timing, hoping to cover all the bases, avoiding anything that might disrupt the schedule or routine. At times, I was so caught up in the tempo and pattern, the predictable tap, tap, tap of each day, that there was no time to notice the neighbors had moved out, the wind was sneaking in from the north, the sun was shifting on its axis, and tonight the moon would look like the milky residue floating inside an enormous cereal bowl. I wondered when I had become a person who noticed so little.”
― Dee Williams

“All talk and all chatter is the false self.”
― Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life

“I find more pleasure in wandering the fields than in musing among my silent neighbours who are insensible to everything but toiling and talking of it and that to no purpose.”
― John Clare

“Every new day
Our children's joy is as fresh as roses,
Even the birds chatter at dawn.”
― Scott Hastie

“We had so many of those meaningless banter phrases, those icebreakers... they were meaningless-but without malice of harm, and they helped awkward people get over their embarrassment at being alive.”
― Frank Delaney, The Last Storyteller

“I end up discussing the weather when the weather is all around us and both I and whoever the stranger might be must surely have noticed it. We would be better off asking each other if our faces are still there.”
― A.L. Kennedy, Now That You're Back

“There is already enough chattering nonsense on the ground. Do we really need aviaries in pressurised tin cans at 30,000 feet as well ?”
― Alex Morritt, Impromptu Scribe

“As one mouth closes, another always opens.”
― Brian Spellman

“What deadens us most to God’s presence within us, I think, is the inner dialogue that we are continuously engaged in with ourselves, the endless chatter of human thought. I suspect that there is nothing more crucial to true spiritual comfort . . . than being able from time to time to stop that chatter including the chatter of spoken prayer.”
― Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets

“In his field, and with his means, Rilke carries out an operation that one could philosophically describe as the 'transformation of being into message' (more commonly, 'linguistic turn'). 'Being that can be be understood is language', Heidegger would later state - which conversely implies that language abandoned by being becomes mere chatter.”
― Peter Sloterdijk, Du mußt dein Leben ändern

“The silence of the chatterer and the chatter of the silent man scare us because we expect everything behave according to its nature!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Humans are communicative beings—and for most of them, it’s their downfall. (Victor)”
― G. Gold, How Dare You - Deadly December

“Trust your mind when it says that it has nothing much to say.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“When you have nothing to say, say nothing.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Listening to a good song is usually consolation for being unable to enjoy silence.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“The vast majority of people cannot enjoy being with someone without talking to him or her.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Within the realm of idle chatter, the living stagnate, caught in a cycle of superficial interactions that fail to nourish the soul. To embrace true life is to transcend the chatter, immersing ourselves in profound thoughts, heartfelt connections, and experiences that ignite the flame of our being.”
― Erick "The Black Sheep" G

“When everyone stops talking to you, that's when God will speak to you.”
― Beinsa Douno

“What has praise and fame to do with poetry? What has seven editions (the book had already gone into no less) got to do with the value of it? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So that all this chatter and
What has praise and fame to do with poetry? What has seven editions (the book had already gone into no less) got to do with the value of it? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So that all this chatter and
praise and blame and meeting people who admired one and meeting people who did not admire one was as ill suited as could be to the thing itself--a voice answering a voice.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“What has praise and fame to do with poetry? What has seven editions (the book had already gone into no less) got to do with the value of it? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So that all this chatter and praise and blame and meeting people who admired one and meeting people who did not admire one was as ill suited as could be to the thing itself--a voice answering a voice.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando