Quotes About Silence

Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories-- the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her singing was a barrier set between the world in her head and the world outside, between her body and the onslaught of the stars.

Then there was silence, the air like ice. Brittle-looking birch trees with black marks on their white bark, and some kind of small untidy evergreens rolled up like sleepy bears. The frozen lake not level but mounded along the shore, as if the waves had turned to ice in the act of falling.

Mi spiegò che, essendo possibile soffrire solo guardando indietro al proprio passato, oppure avanti, al futuro, lei aveva risolto il problema isolando l'esperienza di ogni istante: ogni singolo istante, disse, era carico di un silenzio assoluto. Ci ho provato, sono disposta a provare di tutto, ma non ho capito come funziona.

and there was still a lot of soft snow in the bush. We

Pa dobro. Bilo bi isto da se opet sretnemo. Ili ?ak i da se ne sretnemo. Ljubav koja se ne može iskoristiti, ljubav koja zna svoje mesto. (Neki bi rekli, ljubav koja nije realna, jer se nikada ne bi izložila opasnosti da joj zavrnu šiju, da o njoj pri?aju neslane viceve, niti da se tužno istroši). Ljubav koja ništa ne rizikuje, a ipak živi, kap po kap, kao podzemna žila. S težinom ove nove tišine, s takvim pe?atom.

for me to say." He smiled; he shook his head. "I don't

She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything.

I would do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone I needed to, I would not tell too many people his name. When I was sure, she said, I would find a quiet way, and I would kill him.

The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. I think she listens, she said, too softly to be heard.

She wasn't actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped.

The living room seemed to be where no living ever actually occurred.

Len estaba a punto de decir algo; mi madre lo vio abrir los labios, y cerró los ojos y ordenó al mundo que callara, gritando las palabras dentro de su cabeza.

I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

If you're silent for a long time, people just arrive in your mind.

no person is your friend (or kin) who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow and be perceived as fully blossomed as you were intended. Or who belittles in any fashion the gifts you labor so to bring into the world.

He beat me like he beat the children. Cept he don't never hardly beat them. He say, Celie, git the belt. The children be outside the room peeking through the cracks. It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how come I know trees fear man.

I can't fix my mouth to say how I feel.

I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

no person is a friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow

There is no need to talk, really. It is something humans started a long time ago - I don't even remember why- and they've clung to it. Clinging to speech they've lost their ability to read one another, to feel one another, to know one another at a glance. Or with a sniff. It is entirely within human capability to do this.

It did not seem possible that people would bomb one another rather than talk. What fear was this, that kept silent until announced by the loudest sound on earth, the sound of worlds being destroyed. Was it the fear that ones own terror would be glimpsed, ones own childhood of terror guessed?

He beat me when you not here, I say.

THEY DO NOT WANT to hear what their children suffer. They've made the telling of the suffering itself taboo.

How wearying to think nobody in this courtroom has ever listened to them. I see each one of them as the little child my father was always so concerned about, screaming her terror eternally into her own ear.