Quotes About Silence

Constance stirred, and the leaves rustled. The way you did before? she asked. It had never been spoken of between us, not once in six years. Yes, I said after a minute, the way I did before.

You've no idea the messages I've gotten from nuns walled up alive.

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met nearly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone

You know you're about as forthcoming as a mime.

It was a grief about which you could not, must not, dare not speak.

We both loved each other. But we never spoke of it. Kept it to ourselves. So passed our best years.

You'll ask: how can people understand one another without talking? Well that shows that you really know psychology. But not people!

And you sit in Yehupetz without a word! There's no excuse. If you're dead, the least you could do is let me know, and if you're alive, all the more reason to write.

Switch off the TV and tune in to yourself

Inspector Tinou sat silent. The Greek police department did not welcome interference from other countries in their affairs. Particularly Americans. They are always too-sou, so sure of themselves.

I hope I didn't wake

HE TURNED AROUND AND LOOKED BACK down the empty church

I hope it doesn't get worse. But even if it gets worse, I won't regret it. I would rather be dead than live in the factory anymore. Not much difference as they just want you to work to death anyway. And you can't even think there or talk. but I have to think. I have to talk. I have to talk about what I think.

The words for much that remains mute in me

Uno es dueño de lo que calla y esclavo de lo que habla

In tal modo era taciuta l'uccisione di Dio, ma un crimine la cui espiazione richiedeva che una vittima fosse immolata non poteva esser stato che un omicidio.

El hecho de que uno entable correspondencia con el ausente, con quien no puede hablar, no es menos natural que el de tratar de hacerse entender por escrito cuando uno ha perdido la voz.

EÅŸti st?pânul a ceea ce nu spui ÅŸi sclavul a ceea ce vorbeÅŸti

I don't want to talk about you, or to hear others talk about you. It's a cliche, of course: we talk about the dead in order to remember them, in order to keep them, in the only way we can, alive. But I have found that the more people say about you, for example those who spoke at the memorial - people who loved you, people who knew you well, people who were very good with words - the further you seem to slip away, the more like a hologram you become.

The sound of a pen scratching in the night is a holy sound.

One day we were planning our future, she said, the next day he was gone. At first I thought I owed it to him to do everything possible to try to understand. But I came to believe this was wrong. He had chosen silence. His death was a mystery. In the end I decided I should leave him his silence. His mystery.

Så blev allting borta i en mörkröd dimma och ett brus, som först tilltog skrämmande, men så dog dånet småningom bort, och den röda dimman blev tunnare och ljusare, och till sist var den som ett lätt morgondis, innan solen bryter igenom, och det var alldeles ljudlöst, och hon visste att nu dog hon -

There was nothing on yet except for the tobacco reports, so I snapped the radio back off and tried to figure out where to go.

It wasn't the way that Viktor and Katalin looked at each other, it was the way they didn't look. It wasn't the notes, it was the silences between the notes.