Quotes About Silence

The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say.

Il est bien vrai que la violence est ce qui ne parle pas, ce qui parle peu, et la sexualité, ce dont on parle peu, en principe. La pudeur n'est pas liée à un effroi biologique. Si elle l'était, elle ne se formulerait pas comme elle le fait : je redoute moins d'être touchée que vue, et vue que parlée.

The hermit Anthony once told me that a monk is like a fish: take him out of his element and he dies. Silence is his element. In silence you can trade this shoddy world for Heaven.

Sometimes it is all too loud.

Everyone who keeps a secret, itches to tell it.

Empathetic silence is one of the most underused weapons in the world.

A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off. People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips

I was already tired of talking, and I'd said very little.

Libby wasn't a big talker - Michelle and Debby seemed to hog all her words. She made pronouncements: I like ponies. I hate spaghetti. I hate you. Like her mother, she had no poker face. No poker mood. It was all right there. When she wasn't angry or sad, she just didn't say much.

I often don't say things out loud, even when I should.

A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off. People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips. She looks nice today, I'd think, but somehow it wouldn't occur to me to say it out loud. My mom talked, my sister talked. I'd been raised to listen. So, sitting on the couch by myself, not talking, felt decadent.

I might as well have said dot dot dot aloud.

She tried to speak; her mouth opened, once, twice, silent, a mermaid washed ashore.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips. She looks nice today, I'd think, but somehow it wouldn't occur to me to say it out loud.

I waited her out. Empathetic silence is one of the most underused weapons in the world.

and someone was talking. I wanted to stop thinking

She) could not only keep quiet, she could infuse the room with a mood of her choosing, like an octopus and its ink.

He doesn't talk to me, he behaves as if the act of talking physically pains him and

I realized what a decadence it was, to refuse to answer a question. No thanks, don't want to talk about that and the worst you get is someone thinks you're rude.

A molta gente manca questo dono, la capacità di capire quando deve levarsi dai coglioni. Alla gente piace parlare, e io non sono mai stato un gran chiacchierone. Porto avanti un monologo interiore, ma spesso le parole non arrivano alle labbra. Com'è carina lei oggi, posso pensare, ma per qualche motivo non lo dico ad alta voce. Mia madre parlava, mia sorella parla. Crescendo, mi sono abituato ad ascoltare. Dunque starmene seduto sul divano da solo, in silenzio, mi pareva un lusso.

Pero no lo dije en voz alta; a menudo no digo las cosas en voz alta, ni siquiera cuando debería. Contengo y compartimiento hasta un extremo preocupante: en el sótano de mi vientre hay cientos de botellas llenas de ira, desespero, temor, pero uno nunca lo adivinaría al verme.

I know. It's just that I'm wondering why you've decided to be nice to me now.' 'Sometimes I can't. But right now, I can. When everyone's asleep and everything's quiet, it's easier.

Sometimes it is all too loud.           T

I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of