Quotes About Silence

You don't talk much, do you?" she blurted out. "I didn't think there was a need. You seem to be holding up both our ends of the conversation admirably.

Neither of us uttered a word about what happened. We never do. But I can't smudge it from my mind. The farm boys' sneering red faces. The runt shaking the fence. The brown lump of spit tobacco. The anguish in David's eyes. They don't know the first thing about us; they just hate us because we're black

Maybe they were back to not talking. That's what she missed the most: talking. Serious, silly, bone-deep, flippant, all their words and thoughts like gifts to each other, the only gifts they, with their hobbled hearts, could give.

No one knows how dark the night is until you can't speak into it.

Vergie didn't shut up about movie stars until I fell asleep. Of course, I'm just assuming she shut up then.

A bird gives a cry–the mountains quiet all the more.' 49 (This is also perhaps the real meaning behind Hakuin Ekaku's famous eighteenth-century-BCE koan 'What is the Sound of the Single Hand?': it is an invitation to attend to the silence, the emptiness.

No reason at all why one should go on writing just for the sake of it. I think it is very important to stop when you haven't got anything to say.

Good and evil, which were once as distinguishable as day and night, have become a blurred mist. But that mist is man-made. God is not silent. He has been silenced.

distracted dreams. She thought of the silent antechambers hung with Oriental tapestry, lit by tall bronze candelabra, and of the two great footmen in knee breeches who sleep in the big armchairs, made

Looks like nobody's home," Puck said, turning in a slow circle. Hellooooooooo? Anybody here?" Be quiet, Goodfellow," Ash growled, peering into the shadows with narrowed eyes. We're not alone." Yeah? How do you figure that, prince? I don't see anyone." The cait sith has disappeared." … Crap.

A rose lay open in full bloom and, looking from my garden room, I watched the sun-baked flower fill with rain. It seemed so fragile, resting there, and such a silence filled the air, the beauty of the moment caused me pain. "What more?" I thought. "There must be more." As if in answer then, I saw one weighty drop that caused my rose to fall. It trembled, then cascaded down to earth just staining gentle brown and, since then, I've felt different. That's all.

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

You can betray someone with a word or an action. You can betray them with silence or inaction too. And in betraying that one person, you can betray a whole world.

I am just a girl, a girl men touch without asking, a girl men disrobe without even seeing her tears.

He heard the dog bay two or three times, then the cry of the screech owl at the nearby edge of the forest, then nothing more: the earth around him was as dead as a plain of snow. Life fell back to this sweetish silence, the peace of a field of asphodels, only the faint rustle of blood within the ear, like the sound of the unattainable sea in a shell.

In realtà v'è qualcosa di calmo e di rassicurante nelle prime ore d'oscurità, ma a misura che la notte si fa avanti e che i rumori della terra tacciono, l'ombra e il silenzio prendono subito un carattere differente. Una specie d'immobilità soprannaturale pesa su tutto e non esiste parola più eloquente che quella di orrore per descrivere i momenti che precedono il sorgere dell'alba.»

A cidade, efectivamente, sorri apenas àqueles que se aproximam dela e que deambulam pelas suas ruas; a esses, ela fala numa linguagem tranquilizadora e familiar, mas a alma de Paris só se revela de longe e do alto, e é no silêncio do céu que se escuta o imenso grito patético de orgulho e de fé que ela eleva na direcção das nuvens.

Silence can bring with it a vacancy that in its turn craves the distraction of the human voice or the obscuring impact created...by music. These distractions can help to stifle the terror of being abandoned to the silence of the noisy mind.

No estábamos enamorados, hacíamos el amor con un virtuosismo desapegado y crítico, pero después caíamos en silecios terribles y la espuma de los vasos de cerveza se iba poniendo como estopa, se entibiaba y contraía mientras nos mirábamos y sentíamos que eso era el tiempo...

No estábamos enamorados, hacíamos el amor con un virutosísimo desapego y crítico, pero después caíamos en silencios terribles...

No estábamos enamorados, hacíamos el amor con un virtuosismo desapegado y crítico, pero después caíamos en silencios terribles y la espuma de los vasos de cerveza se iba poniendo como estopa, se entibiaba y contraía mientras nos mirábamos y sentíamos que eso era el tiempo.

que no había más que fijarse un poco, sentirse un poco, callarse un poco, para descubrir los agujeros.

Oh Maga, en cada mujer parecida a vos se agolpaba como un silencio ensordecedor, una pausa filosa y cristalina que acababa por derrumbarse tristemente, como un paraguas mojado que se cierra.