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Quotes About Silence

I could talk fast -- that's to say, without hesitating, stammering -- most of the time -- but there were categories of words, sentiments, I could never say, they'd have stuck in my throat. The embarrassment of it even whispering-teasing to Legs for instance 'Yeah you're my heart too!' or 'I love you' or 'I would die for you', nobody ever talked that way, mostly there was just my mother and me and we hardly talked at all.
~ Joyce Carol Oates
misinterpreting her silence for a broken heart, her cynicism about men for depression, ir despondency [...]
~ Joyce Carol Oates
misinterpreting her silence for a broken heart, her cynicism about men for depression, or despondency [...]
~ Joyce Carol Oates
a mother's crying, stifled, soundless, secret so as not to disturb. If you cried so others could hear you were crying to be heard but a mother's crying was just the opposite, crying not to be heard.
~ Joyce Carol Oates
Silence has gathered around me like a thick, viscous water filling in a muddy footprint. Early evening, swollen sky like an eye that
~ Joyce Carol Oates
No ha sucedido nada que tú no quisieras y pidieras. »Así que cierra el pico. ¿Entendido?» La había zarandeado, con fuerza. Para que dejara de llorar, de sollozar. De atragantarse y vomitar. El hedor que impregnaba su coche le puso furioso.
~ Joyce Carol Oates
En una familia, lo que no se dice es lo que se espera oír. Pero el ruido que hace una familia es para que no se oiga.
~ Joyce Carol Oates
And her father's personal odor, of which she would no more speak than she would have uttered an obscenity in his presence.
~ Joyce Carol Oates
One day, Mom removed the soiled, torn prom dress from the hack of Marianne's closet where it was hidden. She hadn't needed to ask Marianne where the dress was. Found it, unerring, without wishing to examine it; wadded it into a ball and stuffed it in a paper bag with other household trash. Mom's eyes gleaming with tears, but she wasn't crying, nor was Marianne. Not a word uttered.
~ Joyce Carol Oates
1 Kings 19:11,12 KJV
~ Joyce Meyer
contemplation
~ Joyce Meyer
You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life.
~ Juan Rulfo
And though there were no children playing, no doves, no blue-shadowed roof tiles, I felt that the town was alive. And that if I heard only silence, it was because I was not accustomed to silence - maybe because my head was still filled with sounds and voices.
~ Juan Rulfo
Y aunque no había niños jugando, ni palomas, ni tejados azules, sentí que el pueblo vivía. Y que si yo escuchaba solamente el silencio, era porque aún no estaba acostumbrado al silencio; tal vez porque mi cabeza venía llena de ruidos y de voces.
~ Juan Rulfo
Había estrellas fugaces. Las luces en Comala se apagaron. Entonces el cielo se adueñó de la noche.
~ Juan Rulfo
El día en que se acaben los grillos, el mundo se llenará de los gritos de las ánimas santas y todos echaremos a correr espantados del susto.
~ Juan Rulfo
Y que si yo escuchaba solamente el silencio, era porque aún no estaba acostumbrado al silencio; tal vez porque mi cabeza venía llena de ruidos y de voces.
~ Juan Rulfo
La??m çukurunun ba??na oturmuÅŸ, kurbaÄŸalar?n ç?kmas?n? bekliyorum.
~ Juan Rulfo
No, no era posible calcular la hondura del silencio que produjo aquel grito. Como si la tierra se hubiera vaciado de su aire. Ningún sonido; ni el del resuello, ni el del latir del corazón; como si se detuviera el mismo ruido de la conciencia.
~ Juan Rulfo
Tendré que oírlo, hasta que se le muera su voz.
~ Juan Rulfo
How are babies made? Visibly startled, Jordan turned and opened his mouth, as if he intended to speak, but for some reason no words came out. At first Alexandra was puzzled by his involuntary silence, but then understanding dawned. She shook her head and sighed with sympathy for their mutual plight. You don't know either, do you?
~ Judith McNaught
Living with her taught me this: That silence is a thick and dark curtain, the kind that pulls down over a shop window; that love is the repercussion of a stone bouncing off that same window - and that pain is something you can embrace, like a rag doll nobody will ask you to share.
~ Judith Ortiz Cofer
We watched as the last
~ Judy Blume
How do, Peter," Mr. Yarby said. Mrs. Yarby just gave me a nod.
~ Judy Blume