Quotes About Silence

I don't answer. I just kiss him.

I let out a long sigh. In

and awful. He never had anything to say to me, and I never knew what to say to him. Finally

Even though Margot isn't a loud person, it feels quiet at home. Empty, somehow.

My hair was hanging low, and from the backseat, all of a sudden, I felt Conrad touching it, running his fingers through the bottom. I think I stopped breathing. We were sitting in perfect silence, and Conrad Fisher was playing with my hair.

It felt eerily quiet, and even though it was only just past one, it felt like it was four in the morning and the whole world had gone to sleep.

We drive in silence for a few minutes, and then, looking straight ahead, John says, "Did I even have a shot?" "I could fall in love with you so easily," I whisper. "I'm halfway there already." His Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "You're so perfect in my memory, and you're perfect now. It's like I dreamed you into being. Of all the boys, you're the one I would pick.

The adjunct seems paler than usual. He isn't speaking in complete sentences. Would it be possible to...? Do you mind if...? They say when you're lonely you start to lose words.

Where did all the words go?" I asked. "They just wasted away," my mom explained, " like a leg you never walk on.

For fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, she'd suspend her fierce judgment of the world and fall silent there. And when she did, a tiny space would clear in my head and I could think again.

There is a man who travels around the world trying to find places where you can stand still and hear no human sound.

We had told people. We had to untell them. You did it so I wouldn't have to speak.

They say when you're lonely you start to lose words.

In those last weeks, we drove without talking, trying to outride the heat, each alone in the dream the city had become. I was afraid to speak, to touch his arm even.

My dad served in the Air Force as ground crew for several years, and doesn't really talk about it. I know that it's there. I think my main thing about direct or indirect experiences as near to home as it were is the idea of self-sacrifice really.

Somehow you always stayed quiet." He laid his hands beside each of mine, so that if he'd been solid, I would've been pinned between his body and the dresser. "Remember?

When we reached the car that was waiting to take us back to the Copa, Dean actually spoke to me for the first time in weeks. "You did that good, pal," he said. "Thanks," I said, and then we were quiet. Very quiet.

The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need to erase them, erase our senses. Then - maybe - the earth will touch us. The universe will speak. The stars will whisper.

There's a place beyond words where experience first occurs to which I always want to return. I suspect that whenever I articulate my thoughts or translate my impulses into words, I am betraying the real thoughts and impulses which remain hidden.

La penumbra del cuarto, en su muda ausencia, envuelve el cuerpo del hombre sobre un rincón de la alfombra

Él no respondió, simplemente, la volvió a besar y su respiración se volvió una sola con la de ella.

Caminaba por un sendero solitario en una noche sin estrellas

If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y plus Z. X is work. Y is play. Z is keeping your mouth shut." —Albert Einstein

If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y plus Z. X is work. Y is play. Z is keeping your mouth shut.