Quotes About Silence

How appropriate to have my tongue cut out, when silence has been my refuge and my cage.

She waited. Sometimes silence kept people talking. Sometimes if they talked enough, they wouldn't notice when you didn't.

I do not want to consider what happened between us. I do not want to think about the way his muscles moved or how his skin felt or the soft gasping sounds he made or the slide of his mouth against mine. I definitely don't want to think about how hard I had to bite my own lip to keep quiet. Or how obvious it was that I'd never done any of the things we did, no less the things we didn't do

Now that I've started touching her, I can't seem to stop. Like somehow the language of my hands will tell her all the things I don't know how to say out loud.

Oooooooh,' says Jack, correctly interpreting my silence for a confession. 'Is he your lover? Is this a ballad we're in?' 'A murder ballad maybe,' I growl. 'No doubt, by the end,' he says. 'I wonder who will survive to compose it.

No fire at all.

long moment. Ben raised his eyebrows.

Anticipation whispers through the trees, like an indrawn breath. Urging me on.

Te arrepentirás de esto». No lo digo en voz alta, pero miro a Cardan y pienso esas palabras con tanta fuerza que es casi como si estuviera gritando.

Quiero que mi nombre desaparezca de sus labios.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now. —SARA TEASDALE, "I SHALL NOT CARE

I swallow the howl clawing up my throat.

The loneliest days are the ones where you keep company with someone you love who can't hear you.

Sleep, the brother of Death.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

Words will not speak and the silence freezes into the images of the apartheid

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

am fully convinced that it is impossible for a woman, even if she were born close to a throne, to acquire before the age of five-and-twenty the encyclopaedic knowledge of trifles, the practice of manoeuvring, the important small things, the musical tones and harmony of coloring, the angelic bedevilments and innocent cunning, the speech and the silence, the seriousness and the banter, the wit and the obtuseness, the diplomacy and the ignorance which make up the perfect lady.

Les actrices payent aussi les éloges, mais les plus habiles payent les critiques, le silence est ce qu'elles redoutent le plus. Aussi une critique, faite pour être rétorquée ailleurs, vaut-elle mieux et se paye-t-elle plus cher qu'un éloge tout sec, oublié le lendemain. La polémique, mon cher, est le piédestal des célébrités. A

Here it is night: I stay at the Summit Temple. Here I can touch the stars with my hand. I dare not speak aloud in the silence For fear of disturbing the dwellers of Heaven.

Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

If her mother had been observing this interaction, she'd tell Clementine she was wrong, that she needed to keep talking, to say everything that was on her mind, to communicate, to leave no possibility for misinterpretation. If her father were here, he'd put his finger to his lips and say, "Shh." Clementine settled for two words. "I'm sorry," she said.

She knew one tiny grandchild was all it would take to stop the silence roaring, to make her days splutter back to life again, but you could not ask your children for grandchildren.

It wasn't that she'd found any solutions or experienced any earth-shattering revelations, but the act of observing her looping thoughts seemed slow them down until at last they came to a complete stop, and she'd found that for moments of time she thought... nothing. Nothing at all. Her mind was quite empty. And those moments were lovely.