Quotes About Silence

I wondered who lonely women paid to listen. As with so much, it seemed as if the world had a solution for the one but not the other.

A barn owl was perched atop the refrigerator.

Silence is as good as an answer, angel.

She expected some word from the splinters that threaded her soul. Fasaltsen or the wolf. But they were voiceless.

Silent understanding: all he could give her now.

Patty's mouth comes open and her lips shape names as if it would hurt her to say it out loud.

Wrath held him silent long enough for the corner of Morgan's mouth to twitch with discomfort.

A song, and she'd swallowed it.

He let her have the silence while she selected her words.

She had to turn away from his eyes before she found her voice. He put a lump in her throat too big to talk around.

For a moment, they sat together, the understanding between them almost big enough to fill that space.

It was not yet noon, but under the shadow of the conifers twilight ruled.

Jane did not rise, and the angel did not settle. But the silence dragged taut between them as if they struggled over a rope, and in Michael's eyes Jane saw all her sin and malfeasance, the small selfishnesses and the hubris that had nearly wrecked the world, reflected. The chill settled into her, hard and sharp as swallowed glass. She had failed and failed again, and all her failures were naked in her angel's eyes.

The mantid was one of those creatures you could just hand around with, not saying anything and not notice the quiet because it felt natural.

Wait," the necromancer said, and kissed her around that silencing finger. "Gently, Rien. It's not about getting it over with as fast as possible, my sweet.

The dead cast no shadows; nor did they reflect.

Sebastien said nothing, but his lips burned with Jack's warmth as he shut the door behind himself and turned to face the stair.

I let her have the last word. I didn't really need to answer.

It was perfectly silent, and perfectly safe, and perfectly warm. And perfectly alone.

I'm not usually stunned speechless. Call it a character flaw.

Breath held, I will her to speak without making me ask for it, but Riel plays this game better than I do.

Something filled the Earl's eyes-not fury, precisely, or desperation, but whatever it was the player's part of Will's mind saw it and recognized it as motivation. And saw in that silence the thing Salisbury wouldn't say. James is a terrible king.

Sebastien lay with closed eyes and listened to the silent, cool pressure of the couch, more an absence than a presence. It was as if a ghost lay down beside him. He knew without looking that David would be leaned on one elbow, studying Sebastien over the narrow bridge of his nose.

Hush, puss," Baines said in a low tone that nevertheless carried. "Or I'll yet see thee in that bride thou dost hate.