Quotes About Silence

And on the trip home, with brand-new shiny silver bands on her teeth, she was just as silent, but more aggressively so.

And, apparently, extremely effective. "All right," she said, and she actually squeezed my hand. "I won't say anything." I

Loneliness is an art form

An old man learns that time is short. If I do not speak my mind while I am able Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, death provides ample time for silence. It

The world around him grew silent; there was something in the air. The odor of dead meat came down on the wind, drifting through the trees. Soft and sour, the smell of distant death.

But we all have moments when we must listen in tears to the silence of the swarming path inside ourselves.

At the front door I spit on the hinges to keep them from squealing and we eased it silently open.

Another thing about the outbuilding. The designers completely soundproofed the place. The reason for this was so that the principals couldn't hear threats or demands coming from the outside. The corollary was that neither could you hear screams from inside. Night

Pride has never been a virtue. There are some occasions on which it is wise to remain silent.

I find I don't learn a lot while I'm talking

He remained silent for the rest of the journey, having been made painfully aware that birth is life's first lottery ticket. Tom

Dead men's words are so much more powerful than those of the living

tongue could not be swallowed.

Silence empowers us. Stilling the chatter and clamor of our minds and our worries about life, we find the focus and clarity needed to end pain, alienation, oppression, and fear" (Feldman 2003, 26).

When asked why she had tried to kill herself, she said only, It was a mistake.

within the frosted bushes. It was only in

And for a time the tree stood blighted, trying to raise its stumted arms, a creature clubbed mute, only its sudden voicelessness making us realize it had been speaking all along.

and the magisterial presence of all those words stopped her in her tracks.

After all the screaming in our house, there reigned, that winter on Middlesex, only silence. A silence so profound that, like the left foot of the President's secretary, it erased portions of the official record.

Though she carried on few extended conversations, we got an idea of her state of mind from the little that got back to us of the little she said.

Dr. Phil never talked about Smyrna and left the room if anyone did. He never mentioned his murdered sons and daughters. Maybe this was the reason for his survival.

In the first few days after the funeral, our interest in the Lisbon girls only increased. Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.

As the long minutes of radio silence began, the three astronauts were disconnected from the rest of humanity in a way that no one ever had been before.

The length of the blackout was not absolutely fixed. If all went well, it would last about thirty-five minutes—a bit longer if the engine fired successfully and the ship slowed to 3,700 miles per hour and settled into orbit, a bit shorter if the engine failed to fire and the ship continued to speed along at 5,800 miles per hour. If something worse happened, the radio silence would last forever.