Quotes About Silence

He said, 'You don't have to make conversation with me.' 'My husband says that I am too silent.' 'Silence is not a bad thing.' 'It is when you are unhappy.

Why is it that the hate of man – even of a man like Franco – dies with his death, and yet love, the love which he had begun to feel for Father Quixote, seemed now to live and grow in spite of the final separation and the final silence – for how long, he wondered with a kind of fear, was it possible for that love of his to continue? And to what end?

Silence like a plant put out tendrils: it seemed to grow under the door and spread its leaves in the room where I stood.

Car broken down. Everything very quiet. Hope to be back Thursday.' A picture-postcard is a symptom of loneliness.

I mean," I said, "it's not like the lake is a living thing." This was perhaps the worst thing I could have said. He looked suddenly alarmed. He put a hand, sticky as it was with gray sand, over my mouth. "Hush, darlin' girl! Hush! The lake hears your every word and knows your every thought.

If the word love is never spoken, does it mean there isn't any love?

And, like a mother to herself, she would never forget that girl on a bicycle, though she would never mention her to anyone, never breathe a word.

If the Domain is destroyed, I have condemned my husband to an eternity of darkness, silence, with only his own rage and madness to keep him company.

What's a "god"?' Khren asked. Nico, Shewel, and Denbord walked on Tiadba's left, Khren and Macht on her right. Perf, as always, straggled behind with Frinna and Herza. Nobody answered. 'Just thought a Tall One might know,' Khren murmured. Tiadba

When you start talking to yourself in a graveyard, it's time to go home.

A man's biggest enemy is his mouth.

Southern women don't show their pain to anybody. They aren't raised that way. But they feel it.

Because death is the end, and if a man doesn't speak before it silences him, then the things he holds closest die with him.

For a long time, Ben had sensed that something was wrong. He had not heard his parents scream or shout at one another for days. He seldom even heard them argue. Instead they would just quit talking to each other until the whole house filled with a deep and disturbing quiet. Those silences gradually became longer and much more frequent. His father seemed to be gone more and more.

the West Valley City police were still silent about the fact that it was Susan's blood that they'd recovered from her house, and that she had left a note saying she was afraid her husband might kill her.

Thinking and dreaming of what happened is a far different experience than giving voice to events that haunt you. You cry when you tell someone something. You shake. You get sick. You seek comfort. When you don't speak about it and just think it, you don't fall apart.

And since you've never talked about it, you don't know even how to really frame your thoughts. You fear that your words will tumble out in a way that will only make things worse.

Silent screams are the most gut-wrenching of all.

When you have something that you carry inside and never talk about, you don't ever unleash it on a stranger. And since you've never talked about it, you don't know even how to really frame your thoughts. You fear that your words will tumble out in a way that will only make things worse. If that's even possible.

Ben Franklin once said three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.

When you have something that you carry inside and never talk about, you don't ever unleash it on a stranger. And since you've never talked about it, you don't know even how to really frame your thoughts. You fear that your words will tumble out in a way that will only make things worse.

Sami told her about the abuse that had been going on. All that she'd missed. How Tori was locked in a dog kennel and sprayed with a hose. The nudity. The withholding of food. And Ron Woodworth. "She did the same thing to Kathy, Nikki.

she woke up, unable to breathe through a pillow pressed over her face.

Without thinking he held his hands open in front of his chest.