When You Say Nothing at All

"When You Say Nothing at All" is a country song written by Paul Overstreet and Don Schlitz. It is among the best-known hit songs for three different performers: Keith Whitley, who took it to the top of the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart on December 24, 1988; Alison Krauss, whose version became her first solo top-10 country hit in 1995; and Irish pop singer Ronan Keating, whose version was his first solo single and a chart-topper in the United Kingdom in 1999.

Read more about When You Say Nothing At All:  Origin, Keith Whitley, Alison Krauss, Ronan Keating

Famous quotes containing the words nothing at all, when, you, say, nothing and/or all:

    There with vast wings across the canceled skies,
    There in the sudden blackness the black pall
    Of nothing, nothing, nothing—nothing at all.
    Archibald MacLeish (1892–1982)

    The UN is not just a product of do-gooders. It is harshly real. The day will come when men will see the UN and what it means clearly. Everything will be all right—you know when? When people, just people, stop thinking of the United Nations as a weird Picasso abstraction, and see it as a drawing they made themselves.
    Dag Hammarskjöld (1905–1961)

    You are, or you are not the President of The National University Law School. If you are its President I wish to say to you that I have been passed through the curriculum of study of that school, and am entitled to, and demand my Diploma. If you are not its President then I ask you to take your name from its papers, and not hold out to the world to be what you are not.
    Belva Lockwood (1830–1917)

    A word is dead
    When it is said,
    Some say.
    I say it just
    Begins to live
    That day.
    Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)

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    Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835–1910)

    Much we buy each market day,
    More still obtain:
    All, all is carried home
    By slow evening train.
    Philip Larkin (1922–1986)