Quotes About Silence

The next day, she was silent. For breakfast, she murdered an onion and served it raw.

Pójd? sam; kto w dzie? b??dzi i ?ywych nie s?yszy, Widzi w nocy, zna j?zyk grobowej zaciszy.

So I think I'm in love with Silent Starla, who isn't all that silent after all. In group she hardly ever talks, and in the cafeteria she just sort of stares off in this dreamy way. She's from Oak Park, Illinois, and when she left my room, she said, "We can go together, but I won't fuck you without a condom. I like your eyes.

Listen to the sound inside.

All it took was the officer's own silence and weight.

I understand the fear surrounding this topic, but the fear is misplaced. We shouldn't be afraid of speaking about this, we should be more afraid of what not speaking about this can lead to. It can ruin relationships, destroy families, and in the most dire circumstances it can end lives.

Fish held the silence for so long that I had to restrain myself from prodding her. That's never a good idea. Sometimes people hesitate because they don't have the courage to come out with whatever needs to be said; other times they desperately want to speak but can't find the words. Jabbing them prematurely tends to shut them up. Outwaiting them gives them the time to say more than they intend.

These beThree silent things:The falling snow… the hourBefore the dawn… the mouth of oneJust dead.

Do not imagine that you, of all the Jews, will escape with your life by being in the king's palace. 14On the contrary, if you keep silent in this crisis, relief and deliverance will come to the Jews from another quarter, while you and your father's house will perish. And who knows, perhaps you have attained to royal position for just such a crisis.

There are youngsters who prefer no talk at all when they're upset. For them, Mom or Dad's presence is comfort enough.

It's much easier to tell your troubles to a parent who is really listening. Sometimes a sympathetic silence is all a child needs.

It's strange how so much life can be lived without speaking

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.

It's been my experience that only children never learn when to keep their fucking traps shut. An older brother would have beat that out of you.

The darkness keeps its own counsel.

There was dead silence when we finished the scene. Then Bill spoke. "You know," he said, "sometimes in life, we THINK before we speak." I was mortified. But now I knew three things about acting: pick up your cues, don't wear hats, and think before you speak.

I'm telling you this because you didn't ask. I've got it all here, growing like a tumor in my throat. I'm telling you because if I don't, I will choke on it. Everybody knows what happened, but nobody asks. And Elvis the EMT doesn't count because when he asked, he didn't even listen to me answer because he was listening to my sister's heart not beat with his stethoscope. I want to tell. It's mine to tell. Even if you didn't ask, you have to hear it.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.

Whatever is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else, made difficult-to-come-by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language - this will become, not merely unspoken, but unspeakable.

Silence can be a plan rigorously executed the blueprint to a life It is a presence it has a history a form Do not confuse it with any kind of absence

She had to possess the courage to enter, through language, states which most people deny or veil with silence.

When I try to speak my throat is cut and, it seems, by his hand The sounds I make are prehuman, radical the telephone is always ripped-out and he sleeps on Yet always the tissue grows over, white as silk hardly a blemish maybe a hieroglyph for scream Child, no wonder you never wholly trusted your keepers

But it is the subjects, the conversations, the facts we shy away from, which claim us in the form of writer's block, as mere rhetoric, as hysteria, insomnia, and constriction of the throat.