Quotes About Silence

Sometimes," Perry said, "saying nothing can be your strongest weapon.") Juliet, and perhaps Juliet alone, had begun to sense Godfrey's impatience. She had learned to read between the lines. But wasn't that where the most important things were said?

Does he write to you? Never a line. Does he send you a message? Never a word. It is because he loves you, poor fool, and is trying to forget you, since you are not free to listen to him or to belong to him.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves.

The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath. The moon hung low, and had turned from silver to copper in the sleeping sky.

She felt that her speech was voicing the incoherency her thoughts, and stopped abruptly.

No multitude of words could have been more significant than those moments of silence, or more pregnant with the first-felt throbbings of desire.

The three of them walked through the woods in silence. Sistine and Rob chewed Eight Ball gum

Not all at once can the soul talk with God, be He ever so near.

History is written by the victorious, the liars, the strongest, the most determined. Truth is found most often in the silence, in the quiet places.

Leave a silence alone, no matter how awkward it felt. Invariably the other person filled it, often with something unexpected.

I stared in silence as Miranda swooped, shrieking, down the playground slide, searching to see alive in her all the dead love in me.

My father goaded me over my disinterest, not quite calling me a coward yet wondering, "What are you afraid of, son?" He didn't expect me to be a hunter but wanted me to hold a weapon in my hands without flinching. Silent of mouth, I would reply in my mind, This device is made to kill at worst, to maim at best. But I made myself say, "Nothing, Father. I'm not afraid." So I learned to shoot.

There are no great fanfares for the truly great moments of your life. Just dripping taps and the sound of your own footsteps, walking from one room into another

and die, die without anyone ever knowing.

Silence was like dirt, good dirt. You could dig into it. You could bury stuff in it. She could bury the longing for her mother in this silence.

When Salter was fifty-five, his twenty-five-year-old daughter, Allan, died in an electrical accident. She was in the shower in a cabin next door to his in Aspen. He walked in and found her lying naked on the floor, the water running. He carried her dead body in his arms. He took her outside and tried to resuscitate her, somehow thinking she was drowning. We do not talk about this. He says only, "There was the wreckage of that.

To silence the chatter in my mind so the quiet voice of my soul might be allowed to speak.

She didn't. I hadn't seen or spoken to Hailey since I left Silence. He frowned. Then she made that stuff up? Nell sipped her coffee, then smiled. She always made stuff up, Max. Didn't you know? You're saying she was a liar? Sweet, friendly Hailey. So charming, so good-tempered. And she had a way about her, didn't she? A way of… getting people behind her. A way of making people believe her. Not exactly my strong suit, huh?

Violence, especially if you are a woman, is not something spoken about with ease.

As a child I had been quiet and invisible when troubled; as an adult, I had hidden my mental illness behind an elaborate construction of laughter and work and dissembling.

What I wished more than anything was that the thing hadn't happened at all, and I thought that by not mentioning it I'd be doing everyone else a favor.

Silence is just as likely to indicate the most profound ideas forming, the deepest energies being summoned.

I thought sooner or later someone would start saying it had gone too far, but it just kept on, and no one said anything. I

nothing and yet everything had passed between us.