Quotes About Silence

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. Now, seat belted in back, taken along for the ride, she sat silently, her pink-blotched face aimed out the window, a finger against the glass, tracing the tops of trees outside.

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 remained mostly silent. I was thinking my own questions, the same questions I'd thought for years, the ominous refrain of our marriage: What are you thinking, Amy? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

don't tell mama...

Me apuntaré a uno de esos cruceros de pasarse el día bebiendo —uno que me lleve hasta alta mar pero no requiera identificación—, me beberé un vaso gigante de ginebra con hielo, me tragaré unos somníferos y cuando nadie esté mirando me dejaré caer en silencio por la borda con los bolsillos llenos de piedras a lo Virginia Woolf.

Las palabras permanecían en silencio.

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 rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.

But the sight of it actually does something to you, makes you less human. Like watching a rape and saying nothing.

The Hanged Man stopped gesturing and struck a pose: man listening.

En demasía lo bueno se hace malo, la píldora veneno y vicio la caricia; sabes de todo un poco y vas al cine, sabes de todo mucho y te suicidas. Mucha vida (cien años) es la muerte —se hace malo lo bueno en demasía—. La soledad, es ese gran espejo donde acabas por verte monstruoso; el silencio es la tuerca en el oído que se te va ajustando al agujero, demasiado silencio es igual que una bomba y demasiado amor es igual que un entierro.

El astronauta desde la luna dijo: -Todo va OK lo que apenas se puede aguantar es este silencio.

I suffered unbearable torture in silence, weeping internallyat the sad turn of events, blaming myself bitterly again and again for having delved into the supernatural without first acquiring a fuller knowledge of the subject and providing against the dangers and risks of the path.

It doesn't come from posters, or streamers, or rallies, or funny hat days. And it definitely doesn't come from making an ungodly racket with a cheap plastic instrument of torture that was invented purely for disturbing the peace!

The planet Venus, a circle of silver in a green sky, pierced the edge of the evening while the wintry woods darkened about me and in the stillness the regular sound of my footsteps striking the pavement was like a the rhythmic beating of a giant stone heart.

That's why Priscus is wisest of all: silence cannot be judged. Silence masks all things or no thing. Only Priscus can tell us what his silence conceals, but since he won't, we suspect him great.

Hier ruht er, wenn der Wind nicht weht!

There are tines in the prophetic ministry when words we receive for others must stay in the throne room...they are more powerful when converted into crafted prayer and spoken to the father than when put into prophetic language and ministered to human beings.

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

Except for the sound of the rain, on the road, on the roofs, on the umbrella, there was absolute silence: only the dying moan of the sirens continued for a moment or two to vibrate within the ear. It seemed to Scobie later that this was the ultimate border he had reached in happiness: being in darkness, alone, with the rain falling, without love or pity.

She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn't be spoken aloud when you are happy.

If ash-trays could speak, sir.' 'Indeed, yes.

He put his mouth on her and kissed her on the cheek; he was afraid of the mouth-thoughts travel too easily from lip to lip.

I thought of Phuong just because of her complete absence. So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

Cuando uno se escapa a un desierto el silencio te grita en los oídos.