Quotes About Silence

The elevator brought them up slow and steady, giving them all time to reflect in silence.

Karl remembered his great truth, learned in the project: Never pass by a chance to shut up.

hate has no literature: real fear and real hate have no words

Silences can wound as surely as the twisting lash.

Fear dries a man's mouth, and hate strangles him. That's why hate has no great literature: real fear and real hate have no words.

She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever known. It was the beauty of a desert at dawn: a loveliness that filled my eyes, and crushed me into silent, unbreathing awe.

But sometimes, being silent is the only way to tell the truth.

Silences can wound as surely as the twisting lash, the poet Sadiq Khan once wrote. But sometimes, being silent is the only way to tell the truth.

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

We were silent for a time, each of us troubled, and stubbornly tempting fate in our own ways.

He was taken to hospital. I never saw him again, and he never opened his mouth.

My heart, sometimes, was a graveyard full of blank stones.

She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever known. It was the beauty of a desert at dawn: a loveliness that filled my eyes, and crushed me into silent, unbreathing awe. Looking

It was the kind of closeness that didn't need conversation to sustain itself: quite often we would meet, travel to the gym, work out on the weights, box a few rounds, spend half an hour sparring at karate, and speak no more than ten words to one another.

We were silent again, staring at each other instead of the view.

other people stared mute witness, just as we did.

There was silence, where so much sound had screamed.

her. I rode the elevator down to the foyer alone with the crowd of my mirror selves: beside and behind me, still and silent, not one of them was able to meet my eye.

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The continuing silence and expectant seriousness in the room filled me with a chill of menace.

The stillness was so complete that I could hear myself swallowing. They wanted me to give them something, and they expected it to be good.

Even God used silence as a strategy.

He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.

No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.