Quotes About Silence

Doll always said, Just be quiet. Whatever it is, just wait for it to be over. Everything ends sometime.

You're right not to talk. It's sort of a higher honesty, I think. Once you start talking, there's no telling what you'll say.

not now. He was quiet, and then he said, "You are the only person in this world I want to have sitting here beside me. That isn't what I think, it's what I know. I guess it doesn't explain anything.

I remember once my father and my grandfather were sitting on the porch together, crackling and shelling black walnuts. They loved each other's company, when they weren't at each other's throats, which meant when they were silent, as they were that day.

It was probably best just to be quiet and wait until the conversation changed, as conversations will when no one is saying anything.

My heart was very heavy. There was Boughton sitting in his Morris chair staring at nothing. Glory told me the only words he had said all day were Jesus never had to be old.

Did you see Lucille? No. Yes. Lucille was everywhere, but we did not speak.

Sometimes they cried out at night, small thin cries that never woke them. The sound would stop as she started up the stairs, however softly, and when she reached their rooms she would find them all quietly asleep, the source of the cry hiding in silence, like a cricket. Just her coming was enough to still the creature.

qu'arriverait-il si l'homme qui prétendait être son mari se détournait de Lila? Rien. Et s'il n'y avait finalement pas d'enfant? Il y aurait un soir et un matin. Le silence du monde lui faisait aussi mal que s'il se moquait ouvertement d'elle.

I think communication starts when words are not present at all. I think we put so much emphasis on language, actually silence is so much more important.

Michael could never remember his father ever having uttered a word about death, as if the Don respected death too much to philosophize about it.

There are things that have to be done and you do them and you never talk about them.They can't be justified.You just do them.Then you forget it.

I'll tell you one thing you didn't learn from him: talking the way you're talking now. There are things that have to be done and you do them and you never talk about them. You don't try to justify them. They can't be justified. You just do them. Then you forget it.

Don Corleone was too weak to speak much but he wished to listen and exercise veto powers.

in the hot blood of vendetta they would shotgun the Pope himself for breaking omerta, the ancient code of silence to any authority.

Una cosa no has aprendido de él, Mike: a hablar de la forma en que lo estás haciendo. Hay cosas que deben hacerse y se hacen, pero nunca se habla de ellas. Uno no trata de justificarlas; no pueden ser justificadas. Se hacen, simplemente. Y luego se olvidan.

Los zorros del desierto de Sechura aúllan como demonios cuando llega la noche; ¿sabes por qué?: para quebrar el silencio que los aterroriza.

Miró a Gertrudis en busca de ayuda, pero ésta seguía callada, replegada en sí misma como uno de esos moluscos de nombres raros que ofrecían en el Mercado Central las vendedoras de pescado.

Se los habían tragado los cerros, entonces? Después

Los zorros del desierto de Sechura aúllan como demonios cuando llega la noche; ¿sabes por qué?: para quebrar el silencio que los aterroriza»

Healing needs listening with the inner ear, stopping the incessant blather, listening.

Life does not belong to you. It is the apartment you rent. Love without fear, for love is an airplane that carries you to new lands. There is a universe in silence. A tunnel to peace in a scream. Get a good night's sleep. Laugh when you can. You are more magical than you know. Take your advice from the elderly and children. None of it as crucial as you think, but that makes it no less vital. Our lives go on, and on. Look for the breadcrumbs.

It was true. After our divorce, I'd ended up in a slight relationship with my last research assistant, Aurelia Feinstein, age 34-though let me state for the record it was not as hot as it sounded. Making love to Aurelia was like rummaging through a card catalog in a deserted library, searching for one very obscure little red entry on Hungarian poetry. It was dead silent, no one gave me any dierection, and nothing was where it was supposed to be.

Snuffies didn't bug out, and they didn't write shit about you, either.