Quotes About Silence

In his experience people (hardened criminals apart) who had something to hide and people who had nothing to hide had one thing in common. Faced by a policeman asking questions, they could never remain silent for long.

The room was empty without him. No, the

but it was still dark in the woods

like Gert is here, but . . ." She couldn't find the words to finish.

With Nancy in the lead, the riders cut across the big meadow at a gallop and started up the mountain trail. Nancy followed Aunt Bet's map, and after a long, hot climb, the girls sighted a group of weather-beaten frame buildings clinging to the slope above. As they rode into the streets of the ghost town they were struck by the silence and the bleached look of the sagging buildings. In front of a dilapidated hotel they dismounted and tied their horses to an old hitching rail.

Jesus, you talk too much.

It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right. Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.

Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.

It was like she was so empty there wasn't even a feeling or thought in her.

And why did everyone persist in thinking the mute was exactly as they wanted him to be--when most likely it was all a very queer mistake?... In the battling tumult of voices he alone was silent.

In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together.

Sometimes he thought that he had talked so much in the years before to his children and they had understood so little that now there was nothing at all to say.

In his heart there coursed a wild tirade of curses, words of love, supplications, and abuse. But in the end he turned away, still silent.

Doctor Copeland belt old evil anger in him. The words rose inchoately to his throat and he could not speak them. They would listen to the old man. Yet to word the reason they will not attend.

como no hablaba eso le hacía parecer superior.

Maybe he should have kept quiet about if he knew they couldn't stand it. Is that what you do?

Or maybe there was no one there at all and you'd gone out so no matter how hard I shouted there was no one there.

the story of Métis people choose to not speak openly about their ancestry may be the most common thread in Métis stories. (p. 32)

I know how loud the seconds can sound as you stand by a window and peer out into the night.

Sometimes, in the dark of night, when no one else could hear him but me, he'd cry out, like he was fighting some silent little war in his head.

Ears are boring

All families have their secrets, most people would never know them, but they know there are spaces, gaps where the answers should be, where someone should have sat, where someone used to be. A name that is never uttered, or uttered just once and never again. We all have our secrets.

Rosie: What the hell was that silence? Steph: It sounds like something I'd like. It sounded nice. Rosie: It was.

Nobody who says as little as he does is as simple as you'd think. It takes a lot to not say a lot, because when you're not talking, you're thinking, and he thinks a lot . My mum and dad talked all the time. Talkers don't think much; their words drown out any possibility of hearing their subconscious asking, Why did you say that? What do you really think?