Quotes About Silence

Silence, when nothing need be said, is the eloquence of discretion.

All good writing leaves something unexpressed.

So much harm comes into this world when the wrong thing is said. But that's nothing compared to the pain from what goes unsaid.

One of our biggest challenges was how to talk publicly about the threats. Every tech leader was reluctant to name names, and we were no different. We were companies, not governments, and while we all had lived through governmental criticism before, we weren't accustomed to accusing a foreign government of misusing our platforms and services. But it was becoming increasingly apparent that our silence risked further enabling the very threats we wanted to help stop.

Ein paar Sekunden lang herrschte Totenstille. Es war so leise, als würden selbst die Möbel die Luft anhalten.

When the car reached the front of the house, Stan shifted into park and turned off the ignition. The crickets eased up. Myron almost waited for someone to note that it was "Quiet" and for someone else to add, "Yeah, too quiet." Stan

Neither man argued. Greg stared out the window at the house, probably conjuring up unspeakable horrors. Myron's left leg started jackhammering. It often did when he was tense. Stan reached for the door handle. That

Gavin said, "I don't like it." "In another lifetime," Hester said, "I'll care, really. I'll shed tears. But for now, shush and depart.

I still love libraries. I love the hybrid quality, the new computer sections and the books yellowing with age. Libraries for me have always had a cathedral-like ambiance, a hushed sanctuary where learning is revered, where we the people elevate books and education to the level of the religious.

secret revealed is a secret destroyed.

He headed into the kitchen. His father was up and making breakfast. He said nothing about Jessica's upcoming nuptials. Mom, however, jumped from her chair, rushed over to him, gave him a look that suggested a terminal illness, asked if he was all right. He assured her that he was fine.

Violence doesn't solve anything. Win would make a face when I said that, but the truth was, whenever I resorted to violence, it never just ended there. Violence ripples and reverberates. It echoes and really never seems to go silent.

Remember when you asked me why I didn't say anything before you married Tom?" "It was a few days ago. I can sometimes remember back a whole week." "I

He nodded. A police or French siren went off. The French have a different siren than we do—more insistent, horrible, like the love child of a cheap car alarm and the wrong-answer buzzer on Family Feud. We let it shatter our silence and waited for it to fade away. I

What should she say? Nothing. Not right now anyway. Think it through. Time was a-wasting.

She looked at him, shook her head. "No man has ever loved me like you did." Silence. Myron held back the "what-about-Stoner" remark.

They walked in the comfortable silence of two men who had known each other a long time and very well.

I have no mouth. And I must scream...

We talked across each other, our conversation at right angles, only meeting in the intersections of silence at story's end.

we are all inescapably responsible, not only for our own actions, but for our lack of action, the morality and ethic of our silences and our avoidances, the shared guilt of hypocrisy, voyeurism, and cowardice; what might be called the "spectator-sport social conscience.

AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet … AM has won, simply … he has taken his revenge … I have no mouth. And I must scream. (Page 13).

I don't ever want to hear that scream outside my head.

An den zum Verstummen gebrachten Gestaden eines Gedankens wurde der Papyrusmann von seinem Freund, seinem Henker, dem Prokurator, in den Armen getragen.

Emily Dickinson sublimely unnames even the blanks.