Quotes About Silence

She'll forgive me for defending myself as soon as she...gets back. And you had better hope that she is back by the next time those pretty black eyes open, because otherwise, I am going to have to get creative, and you probably aren't going to enjoy that, So shut your mouth, shut your eyes, and go to sleep, or I swear to Heaven, Hell, and all the worlds between, I will give you good reason to scream.

By the time I found sleep that night, back in the Hawk's Keep, my throat was tight with too many tears unshed, screams unuttered and prayers whose words I could never seem to find.

You don't have to speak. Words fade, she whispered. I know that better than anyone. Words are forgotten; they are regretted. Unnecessary. I know.

A life, a history, whole patterns of existence altered, simply by doing nothing. The silent lie. The act of omission.

I knew when not to speak, when not to let myself be heard. Silence was my friend, my twin, the other half of me. Silence was my weapon. Not a blustering gun, but an invisible spider's web.

The Inquisitor waited for silence. "Do you believe in anything?" "Not if I can help it. Belief alone is nothing to be proud of, Inquisitor. Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage.

Hard words are for fools and cowards. Calder might have been both, but Logen was neither. If you mean to kill, you're better getting right to it than talking about it. Talk only makes the other man ready, and that's the last thing you want. So Logen said nothing. Calder could take that for weakness if he pleased, and so much the better. Fights might find Logen depressingly often, but he was long, long past looking for them.

Just keep your mouth shut and smile. That's always good advice.' Jezal

Who asked your opinion?' 'A man who doesn't want opinions should keep his own mouth shut.

She sat in silence as he limped out, teeth gritted. Click, tap, grunt. Click, tap, grunt. That mixture of cunning, ruthlessness, burning ambition and constant pain was far from unfamiliar. She had heard it said that every woman ends up marrying her father. Until that moment, she had always imagined herself the exception.

Um homem que não quer opiniões deveria manter a boca fechada.

I was loyal to both", said Clover. "I was just more loyal to me. Truth is, men love to blab abour loyalty till it might trap 'em on the losing side. Then there's a chorus o' silence on the issue. So I consider reasonably loyal to be a bit more loyal than most, and a lot more honest than most. It's a fool who makes folk choose too often between loyalty and good sense.

She could hear singing in the distance. One of the Breakers' marches, out on the Middleway. So long kept prisoner, they loved to march. So long kept silent, they loved to sing. To blurt their opinions from every street corner. Food and fuel might be in short supply, but of opinion there was a glut.

Silence is a warrior's best armour, the saying goes. Hard looks and hard words have never won a battle yet, but they've lost a few.

A man who doesn't want opinions should keep his own mouth shut.

There was no magic to it. She simply listened, observed, and made sure she never spoke until she knew what she was speaking of. Knowledge is the root of power, after all.

He'd never been one for war cries. Why tell your enemy where you are? They'll learn soon enough. Surprise, that's the key. Whether you're fighting one man or a thousand or ten thousand. The more you're fighting, the more important it becomes, 'cause shock spreads faster'n plague, faster'n fire, and turns the bravest into cowards. So he rushed up silent as winter, silent as sickness.

He fell back, blood pouring from his split mouth. He was trying to say something but all he could say was blood and that was eloquence enough, in its way.

You agreed. I just stood here.

Above all, he has learned the trick of saying a great deal less than he knows.

First, always do your best to look the coward, the weakling, the fool, Silence is a warrior's best armour, the saying goes. Hard looks and hard words have never won a battle yet, but they've lost a few.

A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.

Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.

Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.