Quotes About Silence

And once again, only the Small Things were said. The Big Things lurked unsaid inside.

Ammu, Chako said, his voice steady and deliberately casual, is it at all possible for you to prevent your washed-up cynicism from completely coloring everything? Silence filled the car like a saturated sponge. 'Washed-up' cut like a knife through a soft thing. The sun shone with a shuddering sigh. This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.

Silence hung in the air like secret loss.

I am weary of worldly gatherings, O Lord What pleasure in them, when the light in my heart is gone? From the clamor of crowds I flee, my heart seeks The kind of silence that would mesmerize speech itself

Slowly, over the years, Estha withdrew from the world. He grew accustomed to the uneasy octopus that lived inside him and squirted its inky tranquilizer on his past. Gradually the reason for his silence was hidden away, entombed somewhere deep in the soothing folds of the fact of it.

Duniya ke mehfilon se ukta gaya hoon ya Rab Kya lutf anjuman ka , jab dil hi bujh gaya ho Shorish se bhagta hoon, dil dhoondta hai mera Aisa sukoot jis pe taqreer bhi fida ho I am weary of worldly gatherings, O Lord What pleasure in them, when the light in my heart is gone? From the clamour of crowds I flee, my heart seeks The kind of silence that would mesmerize speech itself

only the Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.

Big thinks lurks unsaid inside

Childhood tiptoed out. Silence slid in like a bolt.

Eszta fejében addig volt csend, amíg Ráhel meg nem érkezett. De a lány magával hozta az elrobogó vonatok hangját, és azt a fényt meg árnyékot, mely akkor éri az embert, ha az ablak mellett ül.

Everybody watched. Nobody stopped them.

And once again, only the Small Things were said. The Big Things lurked unsaid inside. (165)

Y el Aire estaba plagado de pensamientos y Cosas que Decir. Pero en momentos como ésos sólo se dicen Pequeñas Cosas. Las Grandes Cosas permanecen dentro, sin decirse.

The silence sat between grandniece and baby grandaunt like a third person. A stranger. Swollen. Noxious.

before I could get the words out of my mouth.

There was silence for a moment.

Minutes passed in silence.

He stood mumbling for a moment

There is an old story about the boy at Eton who committed suicide. The other boys in his house were gathered together and asked if any of them could suggest a reason for the tragedy. After a long silence a small boy in the front put up his hand: 'Could it have been the food, sir?

If you come as softly As wind within the trees You may hear what I hear See what sorrow sees. If you come as lightly As threading dew I will take you gladly Nor ask more of you. You may sit beside me Silent as a breath Only those who stay dead Shall remember death. And if you come I will be silent Nor speak harsh words to you. I will not ask you why, now. Or how, or what you do. We shall sit here, softly Beneath two different years And the rich earth between us Shall drink our tears.

The fact that we are here and that I speak these words is an attempt to break that silence and bridge some of those differences between us, for it is not difference which immobilizes us, but silence. And there are so many silences to be broken.

I soon discovered that if you keep your mouth shut, people are apt to believe you know everything, and they begin to feel freer and freer to tell you anything, anxious to show that they know something, too.

I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.

For we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own needs for language and definition, and while we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness, the weight of that silence will choke us.