Quotes About Silence

Do you know what it means to look at a headless baby sitting in a shovel? It is as if all the languages in the world have been forgotten, as if all the books ever written have been given up to dust. And that you are glad of it. Because such people as we have no right to speak or write or leave any trace for history.

How many of us never find a way to say the one thing we must?

People want to feel good, be entertained, eat salty shit, and cum twice a week, and provided they do they'll stay quiet.

On the bright side, Percy said, both Jason and I outrank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up.

They had a silent staring contest, but Percy didn't back down. When he and Annabeth started dating, his mother had drummed it into his head: It's good manners to walk your date to the door. If that was true, it had to be good manners to walk her to the start of her epic solo death quest.

She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up.

Shut up, me," Leo said aloud. "What?" Piper asked. "Nothing," he said. "Long night. I think I'm hallucinating. It's cool." Sitting in front, Leo couldn't see their faces, but he assumed from their silence that his friends were not pleased to have a sleepless, hallucinating dragon driver. "Just joking." Leo decided it might be good to change the subject.

I gotta say—Apollo broke the silence—these kids did okay. He cleared his throat and began to recite: Heroes win laurels — Um, yes, first class, Hermes interrupted, like he was anxious to avoid Apollo's poetry.

Jason muttered And I saw something...Really terrible. That was Hera, Thalia grumbled, Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon. That's it, Thalia Grace, Said the goddess. I will turn you into and aardvark, so help me- Stop it, you two, Piper said. Amazingly, they both shut up.

I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.

Your voice is your identity. If you don't use it, you're halfway to Asphodel already.

Shut up, me Leo said out loud. What? Piper asked. Nothing, he said. Long night. I think I'm hallucinating. It's cool.

The farm god rolled his eyes. He pointed at the corn plant, and BAM! Nico di Angelo appeared in an exposion of corn silk. Nico looked around in panic. I-I had the weirdest nightmare about popcorn.

Staying silent, staying away from him... that was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Maybe the lesson is: Know when to brag and when to keep your mouth shut. Or: Sometimes life isn't fair, even if you are as gifted as Athena. Or maybe: Don't give away free tapestries.

The good thing is Jason and I both outrank you so we can both tell you to shut up.

Nico and Hazel exchanged looks. They both knew better, but they said nothing.

Together we made our way down to the street level. Neither of us said a word. The music was awful--Neil Diamond or something. I should've made that part of my gift form the gods: better elevator tunes.

I wish you'd be quiet," I muttered. "I also wish we had snowshoes." "You'd need Uller for that," said the goat. "Who?" "The god of snowshoes," said Otis. "He invented them. Also archery and…I don't know, other stuff.

Stand up for 1 to 2 minutes, and thank God for the many blessings in your day and life. (Chapter 6 will inspire you even more with the power of gratitude for your mental health.) Stretch your shoulders and arms, but close your eyes to worship God in silence. Squat up and down 5 to 10 times while thinking about how you are becoming Daniel Strong. With each repetition, thank God for a strong, healthy body and the ability to move.

names that were so bad that when they dared to whisper them (bitch-cunt-whore-poet) to each other beneath the bedclothes, they were like poison in the air.

Archie was talking. Nothing will stop Archie talking, not even death probably, he will rumble on from the inside of his large coffin until the worms get fed up with the noise and eat his tongue –

There was just a beautiful, unearthly silence. He thought of the wood and the bluebells, the owl and the fox, a Hornby train trundling around his bedroom floor, the smell of a cake baking in the oven. The skylark ascending on his thread of song. F-Fox

quoting Elizabeth I. Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.