Quotes About Silence

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

There was something about our silence that made me comfortable. He wasn't talking to me, but I didn't feel ignored. I felt we were part of the same moment, and it didn't need to be defined.

I am worried we've run out of words, and am hoping she is just saving them for later.

This is what a memorial is: Standing still, staring at something that isn't there.

I want to say more, but don't know what the words are supposed to be. I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable night time conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no room in the air.

They don't have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.

What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread

Along the way, they didn't say much, but their relationship has reached that stage where silence is comfortable, not threatening. Silence only harms when there are things that aren't being said, or when there's the fear that the well is empty and there's nothing left to say. Neither is the case here. They still have plenty to say to each other, just not anything right now.

They still have plenty to say to each other, just not anything right now.

Because toward the end all the words started leaving. Except for the ones that had to lock up at the end of the night.

we are quiet tonight, but in the same silence

It is a horrible wonderful thing to be in love with you. To get to hear you sing for hour after hour but never be the subject of the song. To listen and listen and listen.

Danny is amazed that he feels so comfortable. He is amazed that while there are some people you can see every day and not say a word to, there are other people whom you can see once a year-or once a decade, or once a life-and say anything.

The had compatible silences.

They'd been friends for a little while but they'd never talked about how they felt.

El silencio equivale a la muerte", solíamos decir. Y por debajo de eso estaría la suposición –el miedo– de que la muerte equivalía al silencio.

I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say.

Silence only harms when there are things that aren't being said, or when there's the fear that the well is empty and there's nothing left to say.

The question is there in each silence. The question is there in the space between you. But you cannot bring it aloud.

The reason I couldn't talk to you was because I felt so bad for not talking to you.

We are breathing at the same pace, our chests rising and falling in unison. We have no need to whisper, because at this distance, all we need is thought.

Nichts zählt mehr, nur der Bass in meiner Hand, der Lärm in meinen Ohren.