Quotes About Silence

I won't say another word -- not one. I know I talk too much, but I am really trying to overcome it, and although I say far too much, yet if you only knew how much I want to say and don't, you'd give me some credit for it.

She could keep her silence, it was evident, as energetically as she could talk.

Am i talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

But Gilbert's visits were not what they once were. Anne almost dreaded them. It was very disconcerting to look up in the midst of a sudden silence and find Gilbert's hazel eyes fixed upon her with a quite unmistakable expression in their grave depths; and it was still more disconcerting to find herself blushing hotly and uncomfortably under his gaze, just as if—just as if—well, it was very embarrassing.

Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods...of the shore...of the meadows...of the night...of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread are different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.

The stars twinkled through the fir-trees and right and left the harbour range-lights shone like great earth stars. Presently a moon rose and there was a sparkling trail over the harbour like a lady's silken dress.

I don't want to talk as much,' she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. 'It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures.

We'll just sit here, said Barney, and if we think of anything worth while saying we'll say it. Otherwise, not. Don't imagine you're bound to talk to me. John Foster says, quoted Valancy, 'If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.' Evidently John Foster says a sensible thing once in a while, conceded Barney.

Charlotte had never forgotten it - she was always looking for it. An old house facing seaward, ships going up and down. Spruce woods and musty hills, cold salt air from the water, rest, quiet, silence.

More than ever at that instant did she long for speech - speech that would conceal and protect where dangerous silence might betray.

John Foster says, quoted Valancy, 'If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.

Have you ever noticed how many silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods...of the shore...of the meadows...of the night...of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread them are different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.

Jos voitte istua toisen ihmisen seurassa vaiti puoli tuntia ja tuntea olonne mukavaksi, teistä ja tuosta ihmisestä voi tulla ystävät. Jos ette voi, teistä ei tule koskaan ystäviä, eikä teidän kannata tuhlata aikaa yrittämiseen.

JeÅ›li potrafisz spÄ™dzi? z kimÅ› póÅ' godziny w zupeÅ'nym milczeniu i nie czu? przy tym wcale skrepowania, ty i osoba ta mo?ecie zosta? przyjacióÅ'mi. JeÅ›li zaÅ› milczenie bÄ™dzie wam ci??yÅ'o, jesteÅ›cie sobie obcy i nie warto nawet stara? siÄ™ o zadzierzgniÄ™cie przyja?ni.

Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods . . . of the shore . . . of the meadows . . . of the night . . . of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread them are different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.

There are some things that cannot be expressed in words.

Still Anne said nothing, several times over.

The evening was bathed in a wonderful silence - and there was a sudden rift in the curdled clouds westward, and a lovely, pale, pinky-green lake of sky with a new moon in it.

Perhaps she thought all the more and dreamed as much as ever, but she certainly talked less.

Slowly the banners of the sunset city gave up their crimson and gold; slowly the conqueror's pageant faded out. Twilight crept over the valley and the little group grew silent.

She gives me meals that stick to my ribs. She don't forget to put salt in the porridge. She never slams doors, and when she has nothing to say, she don't talk. That's uncanny in a woman, you know, Mister.

Podoba mi siÄ™ czÅ'owiek, którego oczy mówiÄ… wiÄ™cej ni? wargi.

Marilla, Bay Harrison'?n akçaaÄŸaç korusunun üzerindeki ÅŸu büyük y?ld?zlara bak. Etraf?ndaki gümüÅŸsü gökyüzünü kutsal bir sessizlik kaplam?? gibi. Bu bana sanki bir duaym?? gibi geliyor. Sonuçta y?ld?zlar? ve böyle bir gökyüzünü görebilen bir insan, küçük hayal k?r?kl?klar?yla kazalar? o kadar fazla dert etmez, deÄŸil mi?

all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken—only felt and endured.