Quotes About Silence

It was a stillness I knew; this was how a house closed in on itself when someone had died.

We were silent, contemplating the awfulness of this, me feeling as if I had experienced in these few words the entire weight and sweep of Kotku's life, and Boris's.

It does all swing around strangely sometimes, doesn't it?" he said. I was silent, not knowing what to say. "I mean only—" rubbing his eye—"I only understand it, as I get older. How funny time is. How many tricks and surprises." The word trick was all I heard, or understood.

The silence between us was happy and strange

Zidovi boje cimeta, kiša na prozorskim daskama, zamašna tišina i osje?aj dubine i daljine, poput laka na pozadini slike iz devetnaestog stolje?a.

The woods were silent, not a sound. Henry smiled. Why, looking for new ferns, he said, and took a step towards him.

Well—very Russian, you know, to complain how bad things are all the time! Even if life is great—keep it to yourself. You don't want to tempt the devil.

No, he's asleep. Where's my mother? Is

At the silence, my heart went cold. Dead flowers stood rotting in the massive Chinese vases and a shut-up heaviness overweighed the room: the air almost too stale to breathe...It was a stillness I knew; this was a house closed in on itself when someone had died.

Your silence is not acceptable.

As I was saying, that's the dark secret of our time, no one mentions it, but every time one opens a door one is greeted by a shrill, desperate and inaudible scream.

Yes," said Willi, calmly. "You are an old nuisance. You can sit down if you like, but you must keep quiet and not talk nonsense." Maryrose turned quite white with fright and with pain on behalf of her mother. But Mrs Fowler, after a moment's silence, gave a short flustered laugh and sat down and kept perfectly quiet. And after that, if she came into the Gainsborough she always behaved with Willi like a well-brought-up small girl in the presence of a bullying father. And

He never said Don't tell your mama. He never had to say it. I did not know how to tell anyone what I felt, what scared me and shamed me... (109)

The things you hesitate to talk about," Bertha repeated in her husky North Carolina accent, "those are the things you should be writing about.

Both of us had grown up believing that being beaten is normal, that being backhanded is ordinary, that being called names is a regular part of life. That everyone does it, that they just don't talk about it in public.

There was a silence. 'You didn't as,' said Jerott at length. 'But I would have forgone even the body for the sake of the mind. And I would have claimed neither body nor mind, had I discovered a soul.

I hope the string and clapper arrangement he calls a mind has been permanently put out of action.

One knows, when all one's life one has walked in dangerous places, when the silence is that of ambush and when the silence is that of emptiness.

What do you hope for that you haven't got? What can that child give you?' There was a little silence. 'A virgin audience for my riddles, I believe,' said Lymond thoughtfully, at length. 'But it certainly poses an ungallant question.

Tais-toi. Your glove. Madame Erskine, procure me a large pin,' said the Queen Dowager of Scotland. 'I have yet to meet a man who can lay hands on a pin when there is need for it.

Why?' said Philippa. 'For suffering what you have suffered for three months?' And felt the veils rend about her, for she had broken the unwritten law: it must not be uttered. It must not be uttered, or they could not bear the pain, mirrored over and over.

Why are you here?" Silence. Then the boy said slowly, "Because I admire you.

Why not,' said Gaultier viciously, 'play chess?' It silenced Lymond. His head went back as if he had been struck, the indrawn air caught in his throat. He said nothing more.

About his lengthening absence, Kathi spoke only once, and then obliquely, for there were some things too painful for words.