Quotes About Silence

How can you talk if you haven't got a brain? I don't know, but some people without brains do an awful lot of talking.

I must try this again, I thought; I must try again someday to sit still and not say a word. Maybe when I'm dead.

Helen is one of those people who never say anything, not because she's shy but because she's learned—in a way I always mean to—that if you don't say anything, you make people far more nervous and self-conscious and careful around you than if you do. People like me, we just rush into the vacuum of silence people like Helen float around in; we blather and dither and yakyakyak, and people like Helen just sit there and smile into the wind.

Eve rose stiffly when he strode out of the house. In silence, she watched Julia look after him. The male ego, Eve murmured as she crossed the room to put an arm around Julia's shoulders. It's a huge and fragile thing. I always envision it as an enormous penis made of thin glass.

Is staying quiet an interrogation technique? It can be. It can be also called listening.

She thought it lovely, and at the same time felt relief that, at the moment, her heart kept silent. A speaking heart could break-she knew that very well. As long as hers remained content, she'd stay relaxed and happy.

Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars?

She was trembling, and so was he. Like the first time, he thought. For her. For him. And just as terrifying and tremendous. The late winter sun was a white wash of light through the windows. In the silence of the house he could hear every catch of her breath. When he skimmed his fingers lightly over her, she was all soft skin and quivers. Smooth. Warm. Beautiful.

Shut up. You Matter. That's it.

When a woman brings something up, then doesn't have much to say about it, she's got a lot to say about it.

What if it's an art film with subtitles?" "Then I'll suffer in silence.

clear tonight.

dead. Standing

Words are important, to everyone. When they're not said, they leave holes.

permeated through the air. It was a long time before she spoke. A

deliberately blank. "Of

chest, shut off her air. "Are you sure?

Yeah." It was all Cam could say.

close to midnight. I don't want to ask

But just because no-one sang the story, no-one wrote the book, no-one filmed it, that doesn't mean it didn't happen.

Mass media has convinced us to think that silence is only supposed to happen as a manifestation of supreme actualization, where both parties are so at peace with their emotional connection that it cannot be expressed through the rudimentary tools of the lexicon; otherwise, silence is proof that the magic is gone and the relationship is over (hence the phrase "We just don't talk anymore").

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

The first rule of fight club is, you don't talk about fight club.

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.