Quotes About Silence

But the moon doesn't say what it knows.

soon I stopped talking. It felt good to stop. Even though I know I said it was very important, what I was saying. But after a minute it didn't seem so important anymore, and that was a relief.

In his head, Stewie began a litany. Stop talking to me. Stop talking to me. Stop talking to me.

I wanted to find my voice, so I sat in silence. I wanted joy, so I cried my heart open. I wanted wisdom, so I capered in bodacious foolishness. I wanted freedom, so I felt my bonds.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the one side is before and on the other side is after, and what is inside belongs only to the dead.

You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".

She is dead. Almost certainly dead. Nearly conclusively dead. She is, at the very least, not answering her telephone.

Finally, she said: "I'm lonely" — it's weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can't help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you're confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: "I'm lonely," and they ate her in the street.

She who invented words, and yet does not speak; she who brings dreams and visions, yet does not sleep; she who swallows the storm, yet knows nothing of rain or wind. I speak for her; I am her own.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone you do not make them tell war stories.

It calmed him to collect the things he knew and did not speak of.

A silent Library is a sad Library. A Library without patrons on whom to pile books and tales and knowing and magazines full of up-to-the-minute politickal fashions and atlases and plays in pentameter! A Library should be full of exclamations!

Tell it fast before you get scared and silence yourself.

But something older and wiser within her said, Some things are for hiding and for keeping.

He didn't even know how to talk about it. He had practiced not talking about the things he knew until no man could be called his equal.

My Daddy always said a lady's gotta sit still and hush her mouth except for please and thank you and you don't say. But it's not fair to do that to a girl. Talking is the most fun you can have. Clothes on, clothes off, it's everything in the world.

Cocky don't say anything and that's as good as love right about now.

You poor girl, what sort of aged, unfriendly Libraries have you met in short life? A silent Library is a sad Library ... A Library should be full of exclamations! ... A Library should be full of now-just-a-minutes and that-can't-be-rights and scientifick folk running skelter to prove somebody wrong... A Library should not shush ; it should roar !

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But where does the silence that neglects her end, and where does the silence that respects her begin? The problem with silence is that it can't speak up and say why it's silent. And so silence collects, becomes amplified, takes on a life outside our intentions, in that silence can get misread as indifference, or avoidance, or even shame, and eventually this silence passes over into forgetting.

The problem with silence is that it can't speak up and say why it's silent. And so silence collects, becomes amplified, takes on a life outside our intentions, in that silence can get misread as indifference, or avoidance, or even shame, and eventually this silence passes over into forgetting.

But where does the silence that neglects her end, and where does the silence that respects her begin?

But where does the silence that neglects her end, and where does the silence that respects her begins? The problem with silence is that it can't speak up and say why it's silent. And so silence collects, becomes amplified, takes on a life outside our intentions, in that silence can be misread as indifference, or avoidance, or even shame, and eventually this silence passes over into forgetting.

The problem with silence is that it can't speak up and say why it's silent. And so silence collects, becomes amplified, takes on a life outside our intentions, in that silence can get misread as indifference, or avoidance,