Quotes About Silence

Bryn ate her bagel in silence, and by the time she was finished, Liam had already neatly packed her overnight bag and loaded it in MacAllister's car. He even included a new dog bed for Mr. French to travel in confort. Lunch was in moducal little boxes. I think he is Alfred. Actually, I often wonder if he's Batman.

We are only the most visible casualties of a silent war, and as they lock collars on our necks and tell us it is for our protection, we know that worse will come.

Myrnin had been uncharacteristically quiet since they'd arrived, and she glanced over to see him frowning down at his flip-flops. He probably missed his vampire bunny slippers.

It was like a shadow had brushed over me, but a shadow on my soul, not on my skin. Took me a second to identify what it was, but I recognized the feeling instinctively: Nadim. And Nadim was sad. It felt weird. And at the same time, it felt like something I'd always, unconsciously, needed-sound, where there'd only been silence. Presence, where there'd been loneliness.

S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I'm making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she's given me pain.

There. I've said everything I wanted to say without actually having to use the words please stay

The sound of the ocean breaking our silence was like chocolate syrup poured into a glass of milk, dispersing into awkward dark clumps while waiting to be stirred.

Let your thoughts run free, as if your mind is taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon walk through a garden in spring bloom. I stand in the hallway, mute. Alone. I realize: I must develop the ability to go the distance rather than just envy it. Don't speak unless you can improve on silence The truth is never as interesting as what people whisper about them It's because the dream is so perfect that I can walk away from it That blackness brought me out of the nightmare and into this morning's light

It's that the silence hanging between us, the awkward and painful glance we share, acknowledges that I'm sitting in his seat. I start to stand up, but Ely shakes his head and gestures for me to stay seated. It's cool, he whispers. I watch him stride away to the elevator.

The story that had once singed and flared in her had long since receded, as her habit of silence turned, over the decades, into law. Did she mean to take it to the grave with her, then? Plainly, that was what she was going to do. She was going to take it to the grave. And it would end there. Dust.

Ester lay silent under the cover, willing herself toward the sweet sleep she now craved more than almost all else. The death of each day's life. End it, she thought. End this day's life if the world holds mercy.

At times she could barely speak in response to the rabbi's questions. Other times she could hardly find enough breath for all the words she needed to utter, though the rabbi listened with great patience. On those days the new thoughts so brimmed in her that she felt the white plaster ceiling and the timbers and the brickwork walls couldn't contain her—should she raise her head to speak once more, she'd shake the house down.

The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention…. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.

Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us, not the sort of silence that is filled with unspoken criticism or hard withdrawal. The sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are. We are all hungry for this other silence. It is hard to find. In its presence we can remember something beyond the moment, a strength on which to build a life. Silence is a place of great power and healing.

In the Big Apple, you get people like Beth on every bus, and nobody would say a word. You get races mixing, and it's no big deal. Old people, young people, everyone keeps their mouth shut. There's just more tolerance there.

Outrageous...that wilfully selfish tyranny of silence evolved by a crafty old ostrich of a world for its own well-being and comfort.

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that seeing nothing it might avoid Truth. It said to itself: 'If seeing's believing, then I don't want to see -- if silence is golden, it is also, in this case, very expedient.

A lo largo de esa semana comprendió que los libros podían ser una tabla de salvación en un océano de silencio y pena.

A lo largo de esa semana comprendió que los libros podían ser una tabla de salvación en un océano de silencio y pena. Y cuando se acostaba, con la espalda dolorida de tanto leer, sentía la mano de Rana en la oscuridad y viajaba con ella por el mundo de las historias leídas.

Talking about a problem sometimes makes it worse.

And though the blood of Abel had once cried out from the Earth, we had come now to a time when so much blood had been spilled over the millennia that the throat of the Earth was clotted and choked, and fresh blood could not raise a voice from it.

Some people like to hear themselves talk, but I like to hear myself silent.

La oscuridad devora la brillante luz del día. La oscuridad exige y siempre gana. La oscuridad escucha, observa, espera. La oscuridad reclama el día que celebra. A veces en el silencio llega la oscuridad. A veces con un alegre repique de campanas.

The dead don't talk. Perhaps they know things about death that the living are not permitted to learn from them.