Quotes About Silence

Y durante lo que se me antojó una eternidad seguimos allí de pie, en lo alto de aquel campo, sin decir nada, abrazándonos, mientras el viento soplaba contra nosotros y nos tiraba de la ropa, y seguimos aferrándonos el uno al otro como si fuera la única manera de impedir que nos arrastrara al fondo de la noche.

This gave us both a little chill, and though we giggled, we didn't say any more about it.

Rimanemmo così, sulla sommità di quel campo, per quello che ci sembrò un tempo infinito, abbracciati senza dire una parola, mentre il vento non smetteva di soffiarci contro, e sembrava strapparci i vestiti di dosso; per un istante fu come se ci tenessimo stretti l'uno all'altra, perché quello era l'unico modo per non essere spazzati via nella notte.

Bana bakt? ve konu?mamas?na ra?men o bak???n ne anlama geldi?ini anlad?m.

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field, for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.

So why had we stayed silent that day? I suppose it was because even at that age—we were nine or ten—we knew just enough to make us wary of that whole territory. It's hard now to remember just how much we knew by then. We certainly knew—though not in any deep sense—that we were different from our guardians, and also from the normal people outside; we perhaps even knew that a long way down the line there were donations waiting for us.

For they found they became oddly uncomfortable whenever the topic was broached, and before long an understanding had grown between them, in the silent way understandings do between a husband and wife of many years, to avoid the subject as much as possible. I say "as much as possible," for there appeared at times to be a need—a compulsion, you might say—to which one or the other would have to yield.

Kaikki neljä pysyivät jonkin aikaa liikkumatta, kun myrsky yltyi, ja salaman leimahdus valaisi heidän suojansa. Pitkän miehen ja vanhan naisen merkillisen jähmeä asento tuntui loitsivan Axlin ja Beatricen, ja molemmat olivat vaiti aloillaan. Oli melkein kuin he olisivat itse törmänneet kuvaan, astuneet sen sisään ja muuttuneet itsekin maalatuiksi hahmoiksi.

There was not a soul to be seen, and apart from a hammering noise echoing from somewhere distant, and an occasional coughing in a room to the back of the house, there is still no sound to be heard. The landlady is clearly not yet up and about, suggesting there is little chance of her serving breakfast earlier than her declared time of seven thirty.

Denialists are not speaking freely: they are speaking under the weight of an unspeakable burden. Restricting denialism is therefore not restricting free speech. By enabling the truly free expression of desire while simultaneously restricting denialism we could make an offer to denialists: either say what you really want or forever be silent.

What's wrong? I didn't say a word. Something's up. What is it? Nothing. His head turned, gaze going to mine. Yeah? Yes. A snort and he returned to his bowl…

Tori walked toward the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her give Derek a once-over. You know, from this angle, he doesn't look too bad, she said. I glared at her. I'm just saying . . . I leaned over Derek, calling him as loudly as I dared. Personally, I'm more a running back girl myself, Tori said. But if you like the linebacker type, he's-- My glower shut her up

no' when no one answered, Derek looked from face to face, then settled his glower in me. 'absolutely not.' 'um, I was the one keeping my mouth shut' I said.

I'm going to need to save you. Excuse me? No one needs- I'm saving you, so shut up and be grateful.

As I made my way through the forest, I'll admit I was also straining for a familiar bark or whine. I hadn't said a word about Kenjii since leaving the store. How could I without making it sound like I put her on the same level as Hayley.

I went in through the side garage door, which Corey said was always open. Ms. Morris's car was parked inside. I hurried to the house door and knocked. No one answered. I knocked again, then tried the knob. The door was locked. Not surprisingly, Corey also knew where they kept the key. I unlocked the door, slipped inside, and called, "Hello?" Silence. "It's, uh, Maya," I said. "Maya Delaney." Like they'd need a last name.

What about me?" Corey said. "What's my superpower?" Silence fell. "Oh, come on. I'm good at a lot of stuff. Right?" More silence.

I'm good at a lot of stuff. Right?" More silence. "You're cute," Hayley said. "Well, cute enough." "Fun to be around," I offered. "So I'm…a clown?" "At least you're a cute clown," Hayley said. "Not a scary one.

The cats watch, but don't interfere. The witch gasps and coughs and then lies still. Her hands beat against the bed once and then are still. Still the children wait, to make sure that she is dead, and that she has nothing else to say. In the witch's house, the dead are sometimes quite talkative. But the witch has nothing else to say at this time.

Todos habláis mucho. Alguien tiene que ser la persona que no hable. La persona que escuche. (...) Es como ser invisible, ¿sabes? No hablar.

What news? There's nothing to tell. I'm a nun.

It was the study hour. Most of the monks were reading. A few were meditating, an activity that was suspiciously similar to dozing.

Just because someone asks you a question, don't you think you have to answer.

Her Protestant pastor had been sympathetic, until the Gestapo terrified him into silence. Perhaps the same would happen again. But she did not know what else to do. Heinrich took