Quotes About Silence

In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence.

Mathis turned off the radio and waved an affectionate farewell. The door slammed and silence settled on the room. Bond sat for a while by the window and enjoyed being alive.

The safe, empty room sneered at him.

They paddled easily, in unison, the paddles turning in their hands so that they did not leave the water on the forward stroke. The small waves slapped softly against the bows. Otherwise they made no noise. It was dark. Nobody saw them go. They just left the land and went off across the sea.

MIDNIGHT AMONG THE WORMS

He continued to play like an automaton, never speaking except when he gave instructions in a low aside to the croupier at the opening of each new bank.

notes. I quietly took my place in the

A story lives transformed by a gesture not made or a word not spoken

Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached.

His anger stirred her own and she suddenly thought she understood their problem: they were too polite, too constrained, too timorous, they went around each other on tiptoes, murmuring, whispering, deferring, agreeing. They barely knew each other and never could because of the blanket of companionable near-silence that smothered their differences and blinded them as much as it bound them.

The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future

She was not in love, or out of love -- she felt nothing. She just wanted to be here alone in the dusk against the bulk of her giant tree.

She knew enough to recognize that memories were crowding in, and there was nothing he could do. They wouldn't let him speak. She would never know what scenes were driving that turmoil.

Everyone nodded, nobody agreed.

Both men accepted that the nature of the request, its intimacy and self-conscious reflection on their friendship, had created, for the moment, an uncomfortable emotional proximity which was best dealt with by their parting without another word.

They had never discussed feelings, and had no language for them now.

They both knew the vitality of the unsaid, whose invisible spirits danced around them now.

In the silence that filled those moments, Khaled realized that there was someone who loved her more than he did.

I picked up the phone and dialed Andrea's extension. "Yes?" "He glued the chair to my ass." Silence.

I came to the table, pulled up a chair, and sat. "Everyone brought a pet. I feel left out." An enthusiastic howl broke the silence, and Grendel bounded through the doorway. He galloped through the steak house, skidded on the floor, smashed into my chair, and dropped a dead rat on my lap. Awesome.

Secret to what? Secret to shutting you up, he said. I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and--he raised his hands--blessed silence.

Give me an opportunity to fail, Saiman said. I promise my corpse won't interrupt your 'I told you so' speech.

Our stares connected and we were quiet for a long minute, united by our misery. At least he understood me and I understood him. A fine pair we make," he said. Yeah.

You're right, my problems are the biggest problems ever, George said. No, honestly, it's horrible to be me. I'm rich, talented, and I make girls cry. How do you make girls cry, exactly? George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forward, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence.