Quotes About Silence

The best listening, Elsa said, was silence dilated by love and attention.

He's not wearing…" Charlotte began. "I know. He doesn't," Lydia answered.

Shut your mouth, Florus, or the ghosts will get in. The disembodied are always looking to hitch a ride in the right vessel. - Aunt Polly

Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn't remember now. But it was true. They were born dying. If they were very lucky, the dying was called aging. They reached toward if as if they were satellites in unstable orbits. And then when they got there, they were just dead. One moment in time separated the living from the ghosts.

He walked into the shadows of his rooms; walked into the darkness that no light penetrated. And there, under a halo of gentle red, she waited for him. In silence he stood, while the time drifted by. Days passed thus, stretching out. What of it? He had time. They had time. He touched her hand; it did not move. Very gently he lifted her body, cradling it in his dark arms. Is this what you feel, Sara? Is this what you feel when you cry?

I couldn't let her speak or I would never be able to keep my promise.)

Words don't need to be spoken to devastate. They have only to be thought. Words band together to form opinions, which strut along the back roads of our minds, inciting doubt and controversy. Opinions rally toward a cause—a belief.

De afar?, noaptea se uita pe fereastr?.

Dead, blank, empty air surrounded me, like the moment after the fridge stops humming and you think the silence is a new sound.

There's a kind of silence that just has the overwhelming feel of someone trying desperately not to break it, and that was the kind of silence I was breathing in right then.

Long before there were digital photos and digital manipulation, there were scissors. A simple pair of scissors could remove history, remove the truth. Sometimes the truth behind a picture doesn't have to be cut out. You just have to keep quiet about it.

I collect the words unheard. I pluck them from the air, rescue them from gutters, retrieve them from branches—they don't vibrate for long after the words are spoken. I often wonder if I weren't deaf whether I'd hear them. I gather them on my morning walk, along with bottles and cans from recycling bins, and again after supper at St. Joseph's soup kitchen.

Children live in a world of dreams and imagination, a world of aliveness… There is a voice of wonder and amazement inside all of us; but we grow to realize we can no longer hear it, and we live in silence. It isn't that God stopped speaking; it is that our lives became louder.

Opowie?? goÅ›cia Iwanowego stawaÅ'a siÄ™ coraz zawilsza, coraz wiÄ™cej w niej byÅ'o niedomówieÅ". MówiÅ' coÅ› o zacinajÄ…cym deszczu i o rozpaczy panujÄ…cej w cichej piwniczej przystani, o tym, ?e dokÄ…dÅ› jeszcze chodziÅ' z tym rÄ™kopisem. WykrzykiwaÅ' szeptem, ?e bynajmniej nie wini tej, która go zagrzewaÅ'a do walki, o nie, nie wini jej!

OdczekaÅ' chwilÄ™, wiedzÄ…c, ?e nie ma takiej siÅ'y, która kazaÅ'aby tÅ'umowi zamilkn??, zanim nie wyrzuci z siebie wszystkiego, co ma na sercu, i nie zamilknie sam.

Kocur i teraz siÄ™ wtrÄ…ciÅ': -Za to ja wyglÄ…dam jak najprawdziwsza halucynacja. ProszÄ™ zwróci? uwagÄ™ na mój profil w Å›wietle ksi??yca. - WlazÅ' w sÅ'up ksi??ycowego Å›wiatÅ'a i chciaÅ' coÅ› jeszcze doda?, ale poproszono go, ?eby siÄ™ zamknÄ…Å', wiÄ™c odparÅ': - Dobrze, dobrze, mogÄ™ milcze?! BÄ™dÄ™ milczÄ…cÄ… halucynacjÄ…. - I zamilkÅ'.

Zupe?nie jasne – potwierdzi? kot, zapominaj?c, ?e mia? by? milcz?c? halucynacj?.

Woland silently raised his class and clinked with Margarita. Margarita drank obediently, thinking that this alcohol would be the end of her. But nothing bad happened

The coal-black gloom of the darkest night had descended on the terraces of the most beautiful spot on earth, St Vladimir's Hill, whose brick-paved paths and avenues were hidden beneath a thick layer of virgin snow.

He waited for a time, knowing that no force could silence the crowd until it screamed out everything that had accumulated within it and quieted down by itself. (40)

After the medicine suffused his body, peace came to him like an engulfing wave. His limbs grew light, and slumber wafted its warm breezes over his head. He fell asleep, and the last thing he heard was the pre-dawn twittering of the birds in the wood. But soon they were silent, and he began to dream that the sun was already setting over Bald Mountain, and the mountain was surrounded by a double cordon... (181)

Only after a while did it occur to me (in spite of the chilly silence which surrounded me) that my story was not of the tragic sort, but rather of the comic variety. At any rate that afforded me some comfort.

nothing yet. I've been waiting. for what? she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange