Quotes About Silence

Ty: Just words I like. If I say them to myself, it makes my mind - quieter. Does it bother you? Kit: No. I was just curious what words you liked. Ty: It's not the meaning, just the sound. Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt. Kit: Whisper would be one of mine, too. Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns. Ty: Blackthorns.

Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic.

Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything?

Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.

When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you," he said, and straightened, and turned to walk toward the door. The parchment robes of the Silent Brothers moved around him as he moved, and Tessa watched him, paralyzed, every pulse of her heart beating out the words she could not say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.

Then, if you love him," he said quietly, "please, Tessa, don't tell him what I just told you. Don't tell him that I love you.

There's always something about true parabatai. They don't need to speak to communicate. I saw the two of you having entire conversations without saying a word. It was like that with my parabatai Will. I never had to ask Will what he was thinking. In fact, it was usually better not to ask Will what he was thinking…" That got a smile from Magnus and Catarina both.

Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. he put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?" "The other ten percent," she said, and they rode the rest of the way down the street in silence.

I had never realized before how much you can take from someone by not allowing them the words they need to describe themselves.

Because women never say what they think.

Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything? It's like banging my head on a wall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop. - Jace Wayland.

We have a name," said Jace. "Magnes B-" "Shut up." Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured. "Jesus," he rubbed his arm. "What's your problem?

It was Will who broke the silence. "Very well. You have me alone in the corrider-" "Yes, yes," said Tessa impatiently,"and thousands of women all over England would pay handsomely for the privilege of such an opportunity. Can we put aside the display of your wit for a moment? This is important.

Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?

Maryse sighed."Nothing conclusive.If only the dead could talk,eh,Lucian?

His heart exploding paint and colours because he could not speak the words.

The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways

Nothing in the world terrifies me more than to have the words stop coming. If I can't write, I could be of no use.

Sometimes it was lonely, living in silence.

Blue Eyes, you will drink?" Loretta waved him away. A long silence settled over them. Then Hunter grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. " Habbe we-ich-ket , seeking death, it is not wisdom." He wedged the canteen between his knees and caught her hand, placing it on his muscular upper arm. " Ein mah-heepicut , it is yours. No harm will come to you walking in my footsteps. You will trust this Comanche, eh? It is a promise I make for you.

Can I ask something?" Hunter's mouth lifted at one corner. "If I say no, you will be silent?" "Are you saying I talk too much?

Sem as palavras, o que pode um espírito fazer? Sovar a lama, grunhir. Era o meu caso.

Sometimes it's better just to think things through than to talk about them all the time.

The silence of a convent at night is the silence of the grave. Too far removed from the busy world without for external sounds to penetrate the thick walls, whilst within no slamming door, nor wandering foot, nor sacrilegious voice breaks in upon the stillness, the slightest noise strikes upon the ear with a fearful distinctness. ("The Monk's Story")