Quotes About Silence

She was that age. Whatever she said burst like genius into centuries of silence. Whatever she touched was the first stroke of its kind. Whatever she believed was not formed by faith but carved from certainty. Whatever she thought was the first time such a thought had ever been thunk.

No matter what Jody did, she said nothing. She had learned how to talk some and leave some. She was a rut in the road. Plenty of life beneath the surface but it was kept beaten down by the wheels. Sometimes she stuck out into the future, imagining her life different from what it was. But mostly she lived between her hat and her heels, with her emotional disturbances like shade patterns in the woods—come and gone with the sun.

for the Owl there was something Infinitely Preferable About the Night. The Owl had difficulty explaining this to other birds.

in fact the Mail's campaign is a chilling lesson in how a superficial manipulation of liberal identity politics can be used to silence a genuinely protesting voice, one that is trying to speak for us all.

but that coldness stopped up the sentence in my mouth. "What

With me he [Lamin] would wait till I finished each sentence, and leave long gaps of silence before he replied, silences I came to think of as conversational graveyards, where anything awkward or unpleasant I might have presented to him was sent to be buried.

Brute force outraged her, I think, because it was outside her beloved realm of language, and in response to it she really had nothing to say.

I must tell you—because you mightn't come back, she whispered. You must know what—what I think of your goodness—of you. Always I've been tongue-tied. I seemed not to be grateful. It was deep in my heart. Even now—if I were other than I am—I couldn't tell you. But I'm nothing—only a rustler's girl—nameless—infamous. You've saved me—

The spell of the desert comes back to me, as it always will come. I see the veils, like purple smoke, in the cañons, and I feel the silence. And it seems that again I must try to pierce both and to get at the strange wild life of the last American wilderness-- wild still, almost, as it ever was.

there's a terrible silence before a predator's night sometimes an absurd airplane appears in the sky it throws out leaflets calling for surrender I would be happy to surrender but I've no one to surrender to

I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside yo. —Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks On the Road (NOT Maya Angelou, NOT I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings)

If you're silent about your pain, they'll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. (NOT Maya Angelou, NOT I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings)

Just g'wan back home and set down on yo' royal diasticutis and say nothin'.

That which she silences or deletes, similarly, is all that her readership would draw upon to delimit or pigeonhole her life as a synecdoche of "the race problem," an exceptional part standing for the debased whole.

But stillness was the sleep of swords.

Nothing is so desolate as a place where life has been and gone.

And listenin' tuh dat kind uh talk is jus' lak openin' yo' mouth and lettin' de moon shine down yo' throat.

and tell me." "Reckon we better not tell yuh heah at de

If you are silent about your pain, they'll kill you and say you enjoyed it

If you are silent about your pain, they'll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

Dat mule is liable tuh be dead befo' de week is out. You won't git no work outa him. Didn't buy 'im fuh no work. I god, Ah bought dat varmint tuh let 'im rest. You didn't have gumption enough tuh do it. A respectful silence fell on the place. Sam looked at Joe and said, Dat's a new idea 'bout varmints, Mayor Starks. But Ah laks it mah ownself. It's uh noble thing you done. Everybody agreed with that.

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