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Quotes About Silence

Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.
~ Charles Dickens
I am saying nothing.
~ Charles Dickens
Upon which, every man looked at his neighbour, and then all cast down their eyes and sat silent. Except one man, who got up and went out.
~ Charles Dickens
If you have a suspicion in your own breast, keep that suspicion in your own breast.
~ Charles Dickens
They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them.
~ Charles Dickens
The years glide by silently
~ Charles Dickens
But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.
~ Charles Dickens
it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.
~ Charles Dickens
The bird that can sing and won't sing, must be made to sing, they say,' grumbled Tackleton.
~ Charles Dickens
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travelers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning.
~ Charles Dickens
Mr. Tulkinghorn is always the same, speechless repository of noble confidences, so oddly out of place and yet so perfectly at home.
~ Charles Dickens
When I had lain awake a little awhile, those extraordinary voices with which silence teems, began to make themselves audible. The closet whispered, the fireplace sighed, the little washing-stand ticked, and one guitar-string played occasionally in the chest of drawers.
~ Charles Dickens
Of repentance or remorse or any feeling of mine, I say not a word. If I were not dumb, you would be deaf. Let that go by. It is not for your ears.
~ Charles Dickens
They passed very quietly along the yard; for no one was there, though many heads were stealthily peeping from the windows.
~ Charles Dickens
He and the mender of roads sat on the heap of stones looking silently at one another, with the hail driving in between them like a pigmy charge of bayonets, until the sky began to clear over the village.
~ Charles Dickens
When the voice stopped, he put his hand over his eyes, murmuring
~ Charles Dickens
and he had never yet, by so much as a single spoken word, disclosed to her the state of his heart.
~ Charles Dickens
There was no speaking among the string of riders. The sharp cold, the fatigue of the journey, and a new sensation of a catching in the breath, partly as if they had just emerged from very clear crisp water, and partly as if they had been sobbing, kept them silent.
~ Charles Dickens
There was silence, which was not broken until Arthur had stood for some time at the window with his back towards them, and until his little wife that was to be had gone to him and stayed by him.
~ Charles Dickens
Well, old chap,' said Joe, 'then abide by your words. If he's always right (which in general he's more likely wrong), he's right when he says this: - Supposing you kep any little matter to yourself, when you was a little child, you kep it mostly because you know'd as J. Gargery's power to part you and Tickler in sunders, were not fully equal to his inclinations. Theerfore, think no more of it as betwixt two sech, and do not let us pass remarks upon onnecessary subjects. ...
~ Charles Dickens
She and his father had been at variance from his earliest remembrance. To sit speechless himself in the midst of rigid silence, glancing in dread from the one averted face to the other, had been the peacefullest occupation of his childhood. She gave him one glassy kiss, and four stiff fingers muffled in worsted.
~ Charles Dickens
He couldn't finish the name. The final letter swelled in his throat, to the size of the whole alphabet.
~ Charles Dickens
Have I ever sought release?" "In words. No. Never.
~ Charles Dickens
The voice of protest, of warning, of appeal is never more needed than when the clamor of fife and drum, echoed by the press and too often by the pulpit, is bidding all men fall in and keep step and obey in silence the tyrannous word of command. Then, more than ever, it is the duty of the good citizen not to be silent.
~ Charles Eliot Norton