Quotes About Silence

Anne ile Paul, tek bir kelime etmeden, sadece birbirlerine gülümseyerek sonsuza dek arkadaÅŸ olmuÅŸlard?.

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. Walter had been reading again that day in his beloved book of myths and he remembered how he had once fancied the Pied Piper coming down the valley on an evening just like this. He

Thereupon Anne held her tongue so obediently and thoroughly that her continued silence made Marilla rather nervous, as if in the presence of something not exactly natural.

Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods... of the shore... of the meadows... of the nigh... 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 you where I am by the quality of the silence about me.

She was positively unable to reply to Annetta's

Anne," said Leslie, breaking abruptly a short silence, "you don't know how GOOD it is to be sitting here with you again — working — and talking — and being silent together.

Occasionally she looked at Anne, seemed on the point of saying something, then shook her head and buttoned up her mouth.

Grown-ups didn't seem to realize that for me, as for most other schoolboys, it was easier to keep silent than to speak. I was a natural oyster.

Shut the windows, draw the curtains, keep the rumour out!

I remind myself every morning: Nothing I say this day will teach me anything. So if I'm going to learn, I must do it by listening. I never learned anything while I was talking.

He liked to get off by himself, a mile or so from camp, and listen to the country, not the men.

Razzy was insulting me silently somehow.

It was as if his whole life had suddenly lodged in his throat, a raw bite he could neither spit out nor swallow.

But then July accepted it and never scolded back, so perhaps that was the way of the world: women scolded, and men kept quiet and stayed out of the way as much as possible.

Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.

Now speech had left her; fear took its place.

He doesn't talk much, though, she added. I don't care whether he talks or not, Lorena said. I wouldn't marry a man just for conversation. I'd rather read and having to know how than listen to some man talk.

It was a quiet day in Tombstone.

That in itself didn't bother her, though. If there was one thing she didn't need to do, it was to talk to a man.

Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.

don't care if they're horses or women or Indians or what. I learned long ago there's much to be said for dumbness.

Worm was old; he was a man of silence. He could speak prophecy and make spells, but mostly he was quiet and alert, a pleasure to travel with.

I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

Mrs. Popper smiled, but neither of them spoke again, all the way to Olney.