Quotes About Silence

I curl up, make myself smaller, try to disappear entirely. Wrapped in silence, I slide my bracelet that reads 'mentally disoriented' around and around my wrist.

My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.

and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I'm even having a heart attack, but it doesn't seem worth mentioning.

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.

I cross to Peeta and wrap my arms around him, and for a while we all stay silent.

I know any move I would make toward Darius, any act of recognition, would only result in punishment for him. So we just stare into each other's eyes. Darius, now a mute slave; me, now headed to death. What would we say, anyway? That we're sorry for the other's lot? That we ache for the other's pain?

Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Un muto de fuego solo percibe una cosa: la agonía. Ni vista, ni sonido, ni otra sensación que no sea el implacable ardor de la carne.

To tell or not to tell?

gave him the weapon he needed to break me. Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts. Do

finger to my lips. "It's different for you. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people

Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was that beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps.

Dormim? No ho sé. Ens passem la nit abraçats, en un país a mig camí dels somnis i la vetlla. No parlem. Tots dos tenim por de destorbar l'altre en l'esperança que serem capaços d'emmagatzemar uns quants minuts preciosos per descansar.

I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

start to object but he puts a finger to my lips.

instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

We can stop now if you want." "Was there more to discuss?" says Peeta wryly.

That's how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the name bounces around the inside of my skull.

No. Shut up and eat your pears,