Quotes About Silence

It's too quiet, Barrons growls.

It's too quiet, Barrons growls. I concur. The hush that accompanies a once-in-a-century snowstorm, when the world is so densely carpeted with feet and feet of drifts that it mutes all acoustics and makes you feel like you might be the only person alive, muzzles the land.

Open up!" he roared, pounding it with his fist. Nothing. "Lass, if you open up now, I'll leave you in one piece, but I swear to you, if you keep me in here one more moment I will tear you limb from wee limb," he threatened. Silence. "Lass! Wench! Gwen-do-lynnnnnn!

In the year since the day I got on a plane to fly to Dublin, determined to find my sister's killer and bring him to justice, I've learned that you can discover just as much from what people don't say to you, as what they do. It's not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

He's right, we'll get no answers from these mutilated forms, and even if I'm successful at restoring one, we'll get answers only by lip-reading, given the unnatural silence blanketing the land and all inhabitants

Just the latest piece of ass, McCabe." I no longer had to bite down. I was speechless. McCabe laughed. "She talk?" "Not unless I tell her to. Her mouth's usually too full.

Silence is the ultimate isolator.

I can find no words to say. I decide to use the ones I have.

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

It's not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It's often only in the lies that we refuse to speak that truth can be heard at all.

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If they heard Death mounting the stairs at night, footsteps that the teenage Beverly swore she could feel vibrating through the floorboards at three a.m., nobody mentioned this intrusion at breakfast.

Music is pleasant not only because of the sound of many voices, but because of the silence that is in it.

We didn't talk about Eric Mutis, but the effort of not talking about him made our actual words feel like fizz, just a lot of speedy emptiness.

This idea appealed to me—I was a quiet kid myself, branded "mean," and I liked the idea of a mouth that nobody expected anything from, a mouth that was just red sewing.)

An unembarrassed silence seemed to be on loan to us from the distant future, where we were already friends.

Who doesn't dream of it? The silence that blots up thought. The silence that frees one from the burden of being oneself.

Looks like they can't talk. Why not? War does that. You can't talk.

There was so much we didn't know, so much we would never know. The secrets of the dead are always kept.

They sat in silence, watching the river flow in the same direction it always had, a ribbon connecting the past with the present, and a reminder that time moved on regardless of whether you wanted it too.

Min tunga hade alltid varit ett smidigt och pålitligt verktyg, men nu vägrade den att göra tjänst mer. Alldeles som jag nyss hade hade lyssnat för första gången i mitt liv, visste jag, att om jag nu vill tala, måste det vara på ett nytt sätt, som jag ännu inte var mogen för. De lager av mig själv, som nu skulle komma till tals, hade väl aldrig förr format några ord (s. 138).

Privacy,is what you shut your mouth about,Denial is what you shut your eyes against.

Crucial for man is his attitude toward failure: whether it remains hidden from him and overwhelms him only objectively at the end or whether he perceives it unobscured as the constant limit of his existence; whether he snatches at fantastic solutions and consolations or faces it honestly, in silence before the unfathomable. The way in which man approaches his failure determines what he will become.

When I want to go to sleep, I must first get a whole menagerie of voices to shut up. You wouldn't believe what a racket they make in my room.