Quotes About Silence

Actually that's my secret — I can't even talk about you to anybody because I don't want any more people to know how wonderful you are.

in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes

I can't tell you just how wonderful she is. I don't want you to know. I don't want any one to know.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.

A pause; it endured horribly.

For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever

You'll notice a blond person is expected to talk. If a blond girl doesn't talk we call her a 'doll'; if a light-haired man is silent he's considered stupid. Yet the world is full of 'dark silent men' and 'languorous brunettes' who haven't a brain in their heads, but somehow are never accused of the dearth.

Their hands touched for an instant, but neither spoke. Silences were becoming more frequent and more delicious.

The grass is full of ghosts tonight.' 'The whole campus is alive with them.' They paused by Little and watched the moon rise, to make silver of the slate roof of Dodd and blue the rustling trees. 'You know,' whispered Tom, 'what we feel now is the sense of all the gorgeous youth that has rioted through here in two hundred years.

But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

Please do not have a band, as I do not care for music.

Her eyes appeared to regard him out of many thousand years: all emotion she might have felt, all words she might have uttered, would have seemed inadequate beside the adequacy of her silence, ineloquent against the eloquence of her beauty

Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space.

Silence! I am about to unburden myself of many memorable remarks reserved for the darkness of such earths and the brilliance of such skies.

Tell me about yourself." And she gave the answer that Adam must have given. "There's nothing to tell." But

I went in — after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove — but I don't believe they heard a sound.

So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight—watching over nothing.

Isabella was quite stirred; she wound her handkerchief into a tight ball, and by the faint light that streamed over her, dropped it deliberately on the floor. Their hands touched for an instant, but neither spoke. Silences were becoming more frequent and more delicious.

She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars.

Una frase trató de tomar forma en mi boca y mis labios se abrieron como los de un mudo, como si se les resistiera algo más que un asustado soplo de aire. Pero no emitieron ningún sonido, y lo que había estado a punto de recordar se convirtió en incomunicable para siempre.

One thing I liked about Mason: he said things. I mean, I thought about a lot of things, but I never actually said them. Out loud. I turned away from him, gave a kick under the covers to show my irritation.