Quotes About Silence

They were shadows in the dark, cocooned in its secrets, bathed in its silence, enspelled by each other.

You have the right to remain silent. You also have the right to put on pants before I cuff you and have you taken into Central.

Shut up. If you don't shut up, if you don't cease resisting immediately, I will pull your tongue out of your mouth, drag it around your neck, and strangle you with it.

dark and deep in her eyes. He'd opened his mouth without any idea what he would

La literatura es un arte que sabe profetizar aquel tiempo en que habrá enmudecido, [...] y enamorarse de la propia disolución y cortejar su fin.

In every story there is a silence, some sight concealed, some word unspoken, I believe. Till we have spoken the unspoken we have not come to the heart of the story.

I ought to return to the cool dark and lock the door and bend the key and stop my ears to the noise of patriotic bloodlust and close my lips and never speak again.

I tell myself I talk to Friday to educate him out of darkness and silence. But is that the truth? There are times when benevolence deserts me and I use the words only as the shortest way to subject him to my will. At such times I understand why Cruso preferred not to disturb his muteness. I understand, that is to say, why a man will choose to be a slaveowner. Do you think less of me for this confession?

as to who among us is a ghost and who not I have nothing to say: it is a question we can only stare at in silence, like a

Be attentive to yourself as you write and you will mark there are times when the words form themselves on the paper de novo, as the Romans used to say, out of the deepest of inner silences.

Kako ?e on pisati ako ne ume da govori? Slova su ogledalo re?i. I kad naizgled pišemo u tišini, naš zapis je slika i prilika govora koji te?e u nama, bilo da je drugima ili nama samima upu?en.

I tell myself I talk to Friday to educate him out of darkness and silence. But is that the truth? There are times when benevolence deserts me and I use words only as the shortest way to subject him to my will. At such times I understand why Cruso preferred not to disturb his muteness. I understand, that is to say, why a man will choose to be a slaveowner. Do you think less of me for this confession?

La nuit, tout sent bon, disait Mondo. C'est parce qu'on ne voit pas, disait Thi Chin. on sent mieux, et on entend mieux quand on ne voit pas.

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I love you forever didn't always need to be spoken to be understood.

In the Old Language, she hissed, "If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown." That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, "Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.

I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male. She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

I would do anything for you. Anything. With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase. Actions did mean more than words.

With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase. Actions did mean more than words.

Those eerie diamond eyes shifted over to her and she stilled, as if he's willed her to do so. There was a moment of silence. And then in a rough voice the man whose life she saved spoke four words that changed everything...changed her life, changed her destiny: She. Comes. With. Me.

Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, was not the kind of male anyone addressed like that. Except, apparently, for Wrath. In this case, the Brother with the tattoos on his face and the perverted reputation and the hand of death did exactly what he was told. He shut the fuck up. Which said volumes about Wrath. Did it not.

I ejaculated about ten minutes ago and the stuff was black. So everything is not normal. Silence greeted that happy little announcement. Man, if he had hauled off and sucker-punched V, he would have gotten less of a shocked-out reaction.

I am barren of words my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.