Quotes About Silence

Not all prayer is in words, because not all conversation is in words.

We think we want peace and silence and freedom and leisure, but deep down we know that this would be unendurable to us.

Alistair je nakratko zatvorio o?i i sjetio se ne?ega što mu je otac rekao, re?enice koju kao dijete nikad nije razumio: Tišina je snaga.

I screamed, which means I can't tell you the actual words.

At the gaping, empty space.

There is a silence in the imminence of animals and also in the echo of their noise, but the dread silence is the one that rises from a wilderness from which all the wild animals have gone.

You could of heard a spider sip a breath.

Trouble was, they never let on to their sons how scared they was—so scared they forgot the color of a man because he could outshoot the man who scared 'em. And bein ashamed, they never talked about it or discussed it in the family.

Mistaking Lucius's silence for acquiescence, he pointed a hard finger at his eyes. "Maybe nobody don't need this truth you're lookin for, ever think about that?

The shadow of sharks is the shadow of death, and they call forth dim ultimate fears. Yet there is something holy in their silence.

The heat outside was like a blow on the skull and the road back to the house was a long mirage, liquid and rippling in the glare, the leaves on the vines drooping, the farm dogs silent, the countryside stunned and deserted.

Now there was silence. For hours on end the valley would be completely still and empty, and we became curious. What was everybody doing? Faustin, we knew, traveled around the neighboring farms as a visiting slaughterer, slitting the throats and breaking the necks of rabbits and ducks and pigs and geese so that they could be turned into terrines and hams and confits.

A diplomat, according to Alex Dreier, is "anyone who thinks twice before saying nothing.

He always had that same empty, lonely feeling after he'd spoken to someone he loved over the telephone, as if the silence had somehow become charged with that person's absence.

That which we cannot speak of is the one thing about whom and to whom we must never stop speaking.

There was a silence for a while. Finally, Sloosh opened his eyes. He said, I've traced my line of thought. It's rational and analytic. No. I'm not crazy.

God, how dark it is here, and totally silent. Nothing but me lives in this vacuum.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever.

Time and tide, he thought. The cycle of life. Ending in this, the last twilight. Before the silence of death. He perceived in this a micro-universe, complete.

I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're ugly. She had always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.

Talk all you want, Rick said. Talk all the way to the tomb, he said to himself. If you feel like it. It didn't matter to him.

The mind is strange, but it has its reasons. The mind sees in a single glimpse life unlived, hopes unrewarded, emptiness and silence where there should have been noise and love. . . . my mind had the solemn task of rearranging past reality in order that I could go on, and it was not doing a good job.

Are?you dying? she asked. Just can't breathe. This air. Poor, poor?good lord. I've forgotten your name. Hell of a thing. Barney! He clutched her. No! Don't stop! She arched her back. Her teeth chattered. I wasn't going to, he said. Oooaugh! He laughed. Don't please laugh at me. Not meant unkindly. A long silence, then. Then, Oof.