Quotes About Silence

I didn't say much; my head was still ringing with the music, and I didn't want it to fade.

Las lágrimas me abandonaron en silencio, señal de que algo más me abandonaba. La culpa. El miedo. Otras emociones para las que no tenia palabras.

A million silent arguments rattled around my head. Why is this not enough for you? Why am I not enough for you? Why could you not have confided in me? If we'd had more time, would this have been different?

You know the worst thing about a man hitting you?' Margery said finally. 'Ain't the hurt. It's that in that instant you realize the truth of what it is to be a woman. That it doesn't matter how smart you are, how much better at arguing, how much better than them, period. It's when you realize they can always just shut you up with a fist. Just like that

Lo abracé con fuerza y no dije nada, sin dejar de decirle en silencio que era amado. Oh, pero cómo era amado.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a small, broken thing. What emerged was the only thing I could safely say. 'I missed you.

Sabes lo difícil que es no decir nada? ¿A pesar de que hasta el último átomo de tu cuerpo se esfuerza en lo contrario?

Una biblioteca es un lugar sagrado. Un templo del aprendizaje.

tracksuit bottoms," said William. That day I didn't want to speak. I was only there because I couldn't face the silence of my little flat. I had a sudden, sneaking

Outside, the last of the light had long been extinguished. The snow was still falling. Where it caught the porch glow through the window it was bathed in a pale-gold, melancholy light. We sat there in peaceful silence, watching its hypnotic descent.

A Will no podía hablarle así, por su puesto (a Will y a mí nunca se nos dio bien conversar de las cosas que de verdad nos importaban), pero quería mostrárselo. Una promesa silenciosa, por así decirlo, de que existía algo más, un futuro más radiante.

I felt crushed under the weight of the things unsaid between us.

It's the thing about wanting something you can't have. And that thing of never being able to say what you really feel.

I needed to tell him, silently, that things might change, grow, or fail, but that life did go on. That we were all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.

It's not a church, Josie. And I have an important message." Mum gazed around her. "Bernard. Now is not the-" "And my message is-*these*." My father bent over and with exaggerated care pulled up his trouser legs. First the left then the right. From my position on the other side of the water tank I could see that his shins were pale and faintly blotchy. The rooftop fell silent. Everyone stared. He extended one leg. "Smooth as a baby's backside. Go on, Josie, feel them.

Lloré. Esta vez no fueron unos sollozos. Las lágrimas me abandonaron en silencio, señal de que algo más me abandonaba. La culpa. El miedo. Otras emociones para las que no tenía palabras

During those first two weeks, I got quite good at keeping my face completely blank, and I would turn away and disappear into the other room and just say as little to him as I possibly could. I started to hate him, and I'm sure he knew it.

Of the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada.

It is also instructive to pause and consider what Francis did not speak about. Nowhere in his writings does he ever mention his mother, for instance. Only directly does he ever speak of his father.... He was— at least at some level— a disrespectful son; he believed that he couldn't ultimately respect his earthly and heavenly fathers, both.

unspoken regrets and recriminations swept out of sight like crumbs from the table, silence blanketing the room, the two of them avoiding each other's eyes.

There was a volume to what was not being said.

In the first week they were seen setting off from the visitor centre with their father leading the way, returning an hour later in the sort of glowering silence that follows a difference of views.

Yelling at her wasn't going to solve anything—Dad's yelling at me never ever solved a problem. We drove in silence for four or five miles. "Who gave you the cigarettes?

If everything is amplified, we hear nothing.