Quotes About Silence

In the darkness the danger seemed to grow. You could smell the suffering in the air, in the silence. Even people who were normally calm and controlled were overwhelmed by anxiety and fear. Everyone looked at their house and thought, "Tomorrow it will be in ruins, tomorrow I'll have nothing left. We haven't hurt anyone. Why?

They slept so soundly, though, nothing would wake them before daybreak. That was obvious. They could pass from sleep to death without even realising it.

La signora Angellier suonò. La cuoca si affrettò a chiudere le imposte e le finestre, e il buio escluse tutto: i canti, il suono dei baci, il dolce splendore delle stelle, il passo dei vincitori sul selciato , e il verso del rospo assetato che, inappagato, chiedeva acqua al cielo.

I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.

This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart...

Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.

An experience is richest not talked of.

Those who cry out the truth to an indifferent world too often weary, fall silent or come to doubt their own wit.

The unspoken words trembled in the air.

There's no point in talking it over. It would only make things worse. There's nothing to say. I just love you. That's all of it. That's half of it, said Ducane. Possibly over dinner I might tell you the other half.

Patchway had the enviable countryman's capacity, which is shared only by great actors, of standing by and saying nothing, and yet existing, large, present, and at ease.

What is more tormenting than a meeting after a long time, when all the words fall to the ground like dead things, and the spirit that should animate them floats disembodied in the air? We both felt its presence.

This talk of love means very little. Love is not a feeling. It can be tested. Love is action, it is silence. It's not the emotional straining and scheming for possession that you used to think it was.

Desperate for help, living his life now as a hideous dream, he had told nobody.

What happened after that, and will be related later, was something entirely unexpected and so awful that Ludens had never spoken about it afterwards to anyone.

His eyes closed now, and for a long time they sat quietly thus. Such was their lovemaking.

Since she had been looking after him she had felt bound to him by a strange silent love.

Artists are indeed unlikely to be good, goodness would silence them.

Of course Paula had revealed her trouble to no one. She preserved it in her private heart like the awful bloody arcana of a mystical religion.

What larks we had, said James. When? When we were young. I could not recall any larks I had had with James. I poured out the wine and we sat in silence.

where an iron bedstead was wrapped in stillness.

Comprendo. —Añadí—: Tú me acusaste en una ocasión de decir tonterías. Si yo soy un privilegiado sólo por haberte visto abrazando a tu hermano… Seguía callada, sonriendo otra vez. Traté de no devolverle la sonrisa. Dije: —Me dijiste que eras una cabeza cortada. ¿Se pueden mantener relaciones humanas con una cabeza cortada?

In faith I know not why I am so sad. Ludens did not reply to this remark which Gildas often uttered.

I am going mad, she thought, I am in some sort of silent raging grief of which I shall die, everything has gone.