Quotes About Silence

People like to talk more than they like to act. They like to sit there and complain and vent. Somehow they think that changes things, when it doesn't.

Many women do not want to venture out into the 'opinion world' until they are certain of themselves, the facts, and that they are right. They are afraid of being shot down. The result is often silence.

When you're fundraising for a venture fund, you're supposed to not talk.

I grew up as an only child. My parents weren't great conversationalists. We had a quiet house. I'm not very verbal.

I give a facial expression in a moment of silence for audiences to react to what I just said and kind of let that marinate with the audience for a little bit. I enjoy the physical part of the comedy as much as the verbal content. People tend to gravitate to not only what they're hearing but also what they're seeing.

C'est bête, si je vous avez rencontrée avant... - Qu'est ce que vous auriez fait ? Pierre se tourne brusquement vers la jeune femme avec une sorte d'élan. Il va dire quelque chose, mais les mots s'arrêtent au bord de ses lèvres. Son visage se rembrunit, et il grogne : - Rien.

The voice is silent. The disc scrapes a little, then stops. Delivered from a troublesome dream, the café ruminates, chews the cud over the pleasure of existing.

Anny kar??mda, dört y?ld?r birbirimizi görmedik, ama birbirimize söyleyecek sözümüz yok art?k.

Le silence, c'est Dieu. L'absence, c'est Dieu. Dieu, c'est la solitude des hommes.

Chaque parole a des retentissements. Chaque silence aussi.

I always thought that if those psychic phone lines were for real, I could just call them and not say a word and the psychic on the other end of the phone would rattle off my vital statistics, then tell me all about my future.

So now we begin to understand the paradoxical phonocentric "history of silence", that repression of writing which can scarcely be acknowledged.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

Oh, the symphonic shriek of a thousand hiding voices, the cry of the need inside, the entity, the silent watcher, the cold quiet thing, the one that laughs, the moondancer. The me that was not me, the thing that mocked and laughed and calling with its hunger.

My God, I said. You move so silently. So you have had ninja training. I have two older brothers, Vince said. It's the same thing. I held up the white paper bag and bowed. Master, I bring a gift. He looked at the bag curiously. My Buddha bless you, grasshopper. What is it? I tossed him the bag. It hit him in the chest and slid to the floor. So much for ninja training, I said.

Mr. Eissen, the man in the wonderful suit, tapped one fingertip on the table. He did it very quietly, but everyone got silent and sat up a little straighter. Eissen gave me a microscopic smile. "Robert," he said, emphasizing the name slightly, and then adding, "Robert Chase." He gave a slight, dismissive shake of his head. "Robert is a well-known actor, Mr. Morgan.

But when I returned to bed, even in the dark and temporary silence sleep eluded me. As much as I despise a cliché, I did, in fact, toss and turn, and neither option gave me any comfort.

For a minute or two we just slurped our coffee in comfortable silence. I didn't feel any pressure to say clever and interesting things, and apparently neither did Jackie. Our reverie was finally shattered by the sound of the house phone, clamoring for attention. She jerked up to her feet, muttered, "Shit," and stepped back in through the sliding glass door to answer it.

I said nothing. After all, you really should understand a remark before you respond to it, and I didn't. Clearly Jackie was in a philosophical mood—but whether the evening would turn toward Aristotle or existentialism, I couldn't tell from her comment on Benny's Normalness. And as the best philosophers will tell you, the rest is silence anyway, so I kept quiet.

felt my jaw muscles moving, but no matter how carefully I listened, I did not hear myself saying anything. Brian watched me with real enjoyment for a moment before he finally spoke up.

I felt my jaw muscles moving, but no matter how carefully I listened, I did not hear myself saying anything. Brian watched me with real enjoyment for a moment before he finally spoke up.

There is nothing, no sound, and we are thinking very unhappy thoughts as we kneel down and perform our watery pantomime one more time.

Vince shook it playfully. "Maybe it'll help Anderson figure out who the victim is this time," he said. I opened my mouth to say that it didn't seem likely, that Anderson wouldn't figure it out if he had notarized statements from the killer and the victim, and then I closed my mouth and took a step back and didn't say anything at all.

Oh," I said, and I remembered that she had said something about this recently—but, of course, it had slipped my mind, since I was dwelling so selfishly on my one little problem of being on the verge of death and dishonor. "Well," I said, more to fill the silence than anything else, and Brian agreed.