Quotes About Silence

I'm going to say something, and you're going to say nothing." "All right." "Somebody's blessed to have you for a daughter.

stay silent, say nothing, and maybe people would like you. And if you didn't tell them what an embarrassing mess you were, maybe they wouldn't notice.

Sure, I can turn on the TV or music, but even then I can't turn off the quiet, the emptiness.

Having returned from their nests in whatever lagoons, brown pelicans glided effortlessly in formation, eternally silent, while shrieking crows darted

I'd come to appreciate the sounds of silence. I'd grown accustomed to the stillness of Ponder, where one could hear the snow being blown off the tree limbs by the wind, the distant cry of a caribou, and the crackle of the Northern Lights.

I kissed her." His words were met with silence and then, "How was it?" "On a scale of one to ten, it was about a hundred.

Darlene used to say it was a couple's duty to keep their eyes open, their ears open, their hearts open and their mouths shut.

This was the sign of a strong friendship, Nichole thought. They were content to be together without having to chat the whole time.

It was awkward, too. People didn't know what to say after the accident. In fact, I didn't want anyone to say anything. What I needed was someone to listen. Few of my friends understood that.

harness your own power though what you keep to yourself

When they're talking about me they're letting someone else rest.

Qué liberación es por una vez no tener que decir nada y poder callar, pues solo entonces tenemos la posibilidad de crear algo singular: algo que realmente vale la pena ser dicho.

The silence in the apartment is loud.

Monsieur me prépare le plus triste avenir; que deviendrai-je quand je n'aurai plus rien à dire? - Tu recommenceras. - Jacques, recommencer! Le contraire est écrit là-haut; et s'il m'arrivait de recommencer, je ne pourrais m'empêcher de m'écrier: Ah! si ton grand-père t'entendait!... et je regretterais le bâillon.

Sanatta kazanan bizler doÄŸada her zaman maÄŸlubuz.

The first time I didn't say anything, because she shot me in the mouth.

Frost had built on the dead grass, and it skirled beneath his feet. If not for this sound he'd have thought himself struck deaf, owing to the magnitude of the surrounding silence. All the night's noises had stopped. The whole valley seemed to reflect his shock. He heard only his footsteps and the wolf-girl's panting complaint.

Now we had a stupid silence, the kind that always descends on people who are half in the bag.

Beyond my window, a thick layer of snow covered the ledge. I became aware of a hush of anticipation, a tremendous surrounding absence. I got out of bed, dressed in my clothes, and went out to look at the city.

If he died now, Grainier probably wouldn't know it until they came into the light of the gas lamps either side of the doctor's house. After they'd moved along for nearly an hour without conversation, listening only to the creaking wagon and the sound of the nearby river and the clop of the mares, it grew dark.

I didn't want to get to know her very well, and didn't want to be bridging any silences with our eyes.

In those days he'd known how to sit still. He'd learned to live a good part of each day in the silence under the world. Now the world lived in his mind, it colonized his solitude like a virus, thoughts crawled, shot, rained through his meditation, and every one pierced him.

it is 1958 and men don't really have words for feelings

But I often think we talk way too much in this society, that we consider verbalization a panacea that it very often is not, and that we turn a blind eye to the sort of morbid self-absorption that becomes a predictable by-product of it.