Quotes About Silence

For a few moments, Liesel said nothing. It was one of those conversations that require some time to elapse between exchanges.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better.

Die Noten wurden in ihrem Atem geboren und starben auf ihren Lippen.

Max, she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. There was once a strange, small man, she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. But there was a word shaker, too. One of the Jews on his way to Dachau had stopped walking now. He stood absolutely still as the others swerved morosely around him, leaving him completely alone. His eyes staggered and it was so simple. The words were given across from the girl to the Jew.

They walked on in silence for a while, until Rudy said, "I just wish I was like Jesse Owens, Papa." This time, Mr. Steiner placed his hand on Rudy's head and explained, "I know, son—but you've got beautiful blond hair and big, safe blue eyes. You should be happy with that; is that clear?" But nothing was clear.

The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying onto the floor like powder.

She'll never understand the shyness of Sophie's words or the silence of her beauty.

era una buena chica. Mantenía la boca cerrada allí donde iba. Llevaba el secreto enterrado muy adentro.

Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.

el crimen hablaba por sí solo.

They sat a few meters apart, speaking very rarely, and there was really only the noise of turning pages (…) Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words. Hi, Max. Hi, Liesel. They would sit and read.

She was the book thief without words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.

El silencio no era quietud o calma, y desde luego no era paz.

breathing then, for

Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right.

Rudy Steiner slept. Mama and Papa slept. Frau Holtzapfel, Frau Diller. Tommy Müller. All sleeping. All dying.

There was an intense spurt of coughing. Almost an  inspired  spurt. And soon after – nothing.

I waved. No one waved back

I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. But it's not your job to understand. That's me who answers. God never says anything. Tou think you're the only one he never answers?

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words.

Nu mai erau oameni pe strad?. Erau zvonuri care c?rau gen?i.

You ate it up and you didn't ask for more, and you didn't complain.

Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. Ther words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better.

At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.