Quotes About Silence

The art of acting consists in keeping people from coughing.

I think there's a lot to be said for keeping your own counsel.

I'm good at keeping secrets.

I'm very good at keeping a secret.

I know things about R. Kelly that I will take to my grave - unless he tells them.

I agree that there are things that should be kept secret.

In the dressing room before kick off, Arsene won't say a lot.

Sometimes defenders kick me without the ball and I don't say anything and no one sees.

I kind of crave loneliness.

I kiss, but I don't tell.

I don't kiss and tell.

I got used to certain things that normal kids don't get used to, like, when my mother went into the kitchen for things other than just cooking. I could hear the bottle open up and I could hear the chugs. Then the next morning, none of it was discussed. You grow up feeling crazy.

It can be very lonely knowing that you have things to say but you daren't say them. Knowing that you could contribute to something but you don't dare quite do it.

I discovered that I felt at home and alive in the silence, which compelled me to enter my interior world and around there. Without the distraction of constant conversation, the words on the page began to speak directly to my inner self. They were no long expressing ideas that were simply interesting intellectually, but were talking directly to my own yearning and perplexity.

No domestic animal can be as still as a wild animal. The civilized people have lost the aptitude of stillness, and must take lessons in silence from the wild before they are accepted by it.

Nobody said anything that time. Or maybe I just wasn't listening. After all, someone had to keep an eye on the fridge.

They always assumed that I did not speak. That I could not. So many had plotted my death, discussed it, laughed about it, even while I was in the same room, because they assumed I was mindless. Like one of the failures of their kind, born mad. But I was not a failure. I was what I was supposed to be. I was dhampir. And they never lived to tell anyone they were wrong.

The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud — gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped around me like a shroud.

It didn't matter what my heart said, I reminded myself. My heart told me stupid stuff all the time. My heart should just shut the hell up.

When to Be Quiet I will have many occasions to open my mouth in the days ahead. But

1. Don't speak too much. 2. Don't speak too soon. 3. Don't speak without first listening. And then the advice? Don't speak at all.

I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.

Either I've been missing something or nothing has been going on.

So she fell into a black silence, she who had not been entitled to choose which home, which life. Who had gone out in a buggy a few times with a man of an age to be her father, ... agreed to marry. Who had accepted, not chosen. Because she was not a man.