Quotes About Silence

There is always blame in this world," he told them. "If you say nothing, they will blame you. If you say too much, they will blame you. There is always blame in this world.

See, you smart, James. You sit and watch everyone, and you know stuff without having to run your mouth. I'm always running my mouth, which gets my release took away and a bunch of knows in my head.

In secrecy, in silence, a whole race may be destroyed without notice. Whole cultures and species have been destroyed while men smiled and spoke of economics, of employment, of progress, of the welfare of mankind. Is a threat less deadly because it does not scream and rage and threaten force of arms?

What about me?" I asked. "Am I mean?" "You aren't mean to me with words," she said. "You're mean to me with your silences.

Father Arnold finished the ceremony and asked if anybody had any final words for the dearly departed. Final words? Chess asked, I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop talking about this.

And the tombstone will never answer. Because the dead have only the voices we give to them.

If you kill a black man, the world is silent. You can hear a garage door opening from twenty blocks away. You can pick up a pay phone and only hear the dial tone. Shooting stars sound exactly like the soft laughter of a little girl in Gasworks Park. If you kill a white man, the world erupts with noise: fireworks, sirens, a gavel pounding a desk, the slamming of doors.

I prayed to Our Father and I called my father. And one father remained silent and the other quickly came to get me.

We sat there in silence. A masculine silence. Thick and strong. Oh, I'm full of shit. We were terrified and clueless.

Like a good Indian, he knew when to talk and when to remain silent. Like a good Indian, he knew there was never a good time to talk.

Late at night I go out and listen to the wind. That's all the wisdom I need. I mean, I love books, but shoot, most of the world's wisdom is not contained in books.

We didn't talk. Didn't need to talk.

Like the coffin was settling down for a long, long nap, for a forever nap.

I didn't know what to do or say, so I just sat as quietly as he did. The silence got so big and real that it felt like three people sat on the porch.

Can a book rightfully be called a book if it never gets read? If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody to read it, does it make a sound?

So maybe they are mute with post-traumatic stress. Maybe they don't know how to talk about Mike. I often wonder why I'm the one who remembers All the pain. Why am I the one who remains obsessed By the bloody nose, but rarely remembers any joy?

But whenever I started in on my crazy theories, Norma would put her finger to my lips really gently. Junior, she would say with gentleness and patience. Shut the fuck up. Norma always was a genius with words.

If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody there to read it, does it make a sound?

Can a book rightfully be called a book if it never gets read? If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody rot read it, does it make a sound?

The professor ignored Lynn's comments and proceeded with his lecture.

Can a book rightfully be called a book if it never gets read? If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody there to read it, does it make a sound?

Silence was his short bow and quiver of arrows.

I tend to watch silently from the shadows. You learn a lot more that way.

Stop a minute and listen. I know I'm asking the impossible from you, but for once in your life, shut your mouth and open your ears. I'm not the one talking. Kyrian snarled at him. Don't get smart with me. You want me stupid? Nick....