Quotes About Silence

Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.

I am Bane -- and I could kill you... but death would only end your agony -- and silence your shame. Instead, I will simply... BREAK YOU! Broken... and done.

Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.

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

The most boring scenes are the scenes where a character is alone.

Out of silence I begin to hear the voices of characters whispering snippets of a story to me.

Laws are silent in times of war.

You couldn't keep your mouth shut? I'm calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.

Words can hurt, but sometimes it's the words you never got to say that hurt the most.

Words can hurt," she said, "but sometimes it's the words you never got to say that hurt the most.

How loud did the music have to be to drown out her thoughts?

He'd always found that he learned more if he kept quiet.

The things you don't like talking about would fill a library." "That's the kind of life I've had, all right?

There was a fire here, like it or not. Finally, reluctantly, she broke the silence. "Any idea how I'm supposed to get out of here? Or do I get to spend the rest of the night on this extremely comfortable table? Or perhaps more accurately, under it?" He grinned. "Think you can pretend we had a tryst set up in here?" Her mind shot back to that incendiary kiss they'd shared. "I don't think that'll be too hard to do.

My words verge on silence like great birds that disappear into the early evening: their strenuous white wings carry off the intense sweetness of dusk, visible then in starlight. My words turn toward the night with no look back at what is lost or won, or what is missing, — Cinto Vitier, from "Greater Solitude," transl. Kathleen Weaver, Image: Art, Faith, Mystery (no. 65, Spring 2010)

Fear pierces her heart. She hates it when Wesley gets mad. Not that he's ever hurt her. He'd never do that. He doesn't even shout at her, not really. It's more the resigned disappointment followed by the silent treatment that he stretches out like an elastic band, getting tauter and tauter until she can bear it no more

You don't ever have to say anything,' he says. 'Always remember that as a thing you need never do. Many's the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing.

Neither one of us talks, the way people sometimes don't when they are happy – but as soon as I have this thought, I realise its opposite is also true.

He has never understood the human compulsion for conversation: people, when they speak, say useless things that seldom if ever improve their lives. Their words make them sad. Why can't people stop talking and embrace each other?

It was a December of crows.

Many's the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing.

So mancher Mann hat viel verloren, nur weil er eine perfekte Gelegenheit verpasst hat, nichts zu sagen.

Many's the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing (page 64)

Kinsella says a few meaningless things along the way then falls into the quiet way he has about him, and time passes without seeming to pass