Quotes About Silence

I am happy for people to talk about my pictures, but I wish devoutly that I was not expected to talk about them myself.

Kids know me from their Grease DVD, so they instantly respond. You can hear a pin drop when I do my old songs.

I need to keep quiet and do my talking on the pitch.

I like silence. Aesthetically, I feel strangled by the fast cutting and a wall of sound. And I think showing black people thinking onscreen is radical.

A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.

A closed plant is like a cemetery; it really is. The walls will talk to you; the machines will talk to you if you really talk to them.

I ain't got nothing to say. I just wanna play football.

I was in a mental hospital. That's all I wanna say. I don't wanna say anything more.

People who actually have money don't want to talk about it. They want to talk about everything else.

I'd been shouting and shouting and no-one wanted to hear me.

I was definitely the kid in the back of the class with his head down the whole time not wanting to speak up and say anything.

The predator wants your silence. It feeds their power, entitlement, and they want it to feed your shame.

Environmentalists have been outspoken in their support of smaller family size and abortion rights as keys to reducing global warming. But when it comes to immigration, the single biggest contributor to population growth in the industrial world, they stand largely silent.

Prior to any questioning, the person must be warned that he has a right to remain silent, that any statement he does make may be used as evidence against him and that he has a right to the presence of an attorney, either retained or appointed.

When you grow up in a border area of Ireland, people are very wary and cagy and keep their head down at all times. Don't speak unless it's absolutely essential, and don't give anything away.

I was inclined to leave love unspoken.

I became the very air; I was full of stars. I was the soaring spaces between the spires of the cathedral, the solemn breath of chimneys, a whispered prayer upon the winter wind. I was silence, and I was music, one clear transcendent chord rising toward Heaven.

You are all that is left of Lynn. Her own people won't even say her name. I... I value your continued existence." I could not speak. He had pierced me to my very heart.

Enough mind chatter. I imagined every thought encapsulated in a bubble; I exhaled them into the world. Gradually the noise ceased, and my mind was dark and still.

It's too great, too terrible, too much. You can shout words into the void forever and never fill it up.

Part of getting over pain and hurt doesn't always mean we have to talk about it. Sometimes it is wiser to keep our thoughts to ourselves. We forget how powerful words can be.

I didn't mean play with you exactly," I said. "I meant…you know, keep you company so you don't feel awkward…you know, like I exercised with you." "I'll be okay alone in the backyard." He stepped off the treadmill. "I'm going to go shower." He waited a heartbeat, like he expected me to say I'd be happy to keep him company in the shower, too. Fortunately, my brain finally kicked in, and I kept my mouth shut.

What's been the most difficult aspect of living with us?" There was silence, but it was the kind where you can sense someone wants to speak but doesn't. Jason was so incredibly still, as though he was weighing consequences. "Not kissing you," he finally said, quietly.

He was staring at me intently. I'd just bared my soul. Why didn't he speak? What could he possibly be thinking? My nerves stretched taut. "Say something," I demanded. "There's nothing else to say," he said in that quiet way he had. Then he lowered his head and kissed me.