The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left…

Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like…

— Pablo Neruda

“The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them. Strike had felt…

— Robert Galbraith

When one told Plistarchus that a notorious railer spoke well of him, "I'll lay my life," said he, "somebody hath told him I am…

— Plutarch

Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they…

— Henry Ward Beecher

“The dead speak to those who listen. Be quieter than even them.”

— Kerri Maniscalco

The cultural treasures of the past, believed to be dead, are being made to speak, in the course of which it turns out that…

— Hannah Arendt

If the dead could speak there would be no more war.

— Heinrich Böll

“The certainty that someone will never come back," the narrator muses of the dead, "never speak again, never take another step…will never look at…

— Javier Marías

“They say the dead can’t speak, but they can! The people in this book died over sixty years ago, in the middle of the…

— Connie Willis

“So I say this. Speak of them. Speak of those that died. Speak of all those who ever died--in all the world's history, in…

— Susan Fletcher

If they [the dead] should speak, it would be found that in matters of opinion no departed person was exactly what he had passed…

— Mark Twain

Maybe some things are better left broken and scattered Veiled in darkness, secret bitterness and self-doubt I should have known better Than to start…

— Henry Rollins

I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky...

— Billy Collins

“The world is for you and for the ones who roll out the carpet, even if it's tattered. They're scattered all over. And if…

— Salma Abdelnour

“She's not dead, Henry kept telling himself. But her life, all lives, seemed tenuous when he saw how quickly, with what ease, all the…

— Ian McEwen