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Quotes About Silence

and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.
~ Madeline Miller
And the gods would do nothing. Think of all the prayers they would get.
~ Madeline Miller
I stared into the darkness, straining to hear past the beat of my own blood.
~ Madeline Miller
I could not find the words that would reach him. Perhaps there were none.
~ Madeline Miller
kimse taraf?ndan rahats?z edilmeden oturabilece?im kö?eler, bo? koridorlar arad?m. Küçücük dünyam daha da küçülmü?, zemindeki çatlaklara, duvarlardaki sarmal kabartmalara kadar daralm??t?. Parma??m?n ucunu üzerlerinde gezdirirken çatlaklar ve kabartmalar hafif f?s?lt?larla konu?uyordu.
~ Madeline Miller
Rien est un espace vide, alors que l'air est ce qui remplit tout le reste. C'est la respiration, la vie et le courage, les mots que l'ont dit.
~ Madeline Miller
En qué piensas? Era Aquiles, venía a mi encuentro. Su voz sonó muy alta en la silenciosa arboleda, pero no me sobresalté. En parte, esperaba que acudiera. Yo quería que lo hiciera. —En nada —contesté. No era cierto, claro, supongo que esa respuesta nunca lo es.
~ Madeline Miller
There was a long silence, and I almost thought he had not heard me. At last, he said: "Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.
~ Madeline Miller
We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.
~ Madeline Miller
The strangeness began as a prickling of my skin. First the quail went silent, then the dove. The leaves stilled, and the breeze died, and no animals moved in the brush. There was a quality to the silence like a held breath. Like the rabbit beneath the hawk's shadow. I could feel my pulse striking my skin.
~ Madeline Miller
There was a quality to the silence like a held breath.
~ Madeline Miller
No había en el mundo palabras que yo quisiera oír más que las que él se callaba
~ Madeline Miller
Nos abrazamos mientras pensaba en cuántas noches había permanecido tendido despierto en aquella estancia, amándole en silencio.
~ Madeline Miller
A silence, in which I felt him moving deep among his memories.
~ Madeline Miller
She turned her back to me and was silent. A moment passed. I could hear the sound of her breaths, drawn slowly, so I would not guess she was crying. I knew the trick. I had done it myself.
~ Madeline Miller
He regarded me a moment, in silence . "So?" Something in the way he spoke it drained the last of my anger from me. I had minded, once. But who was I now, to begrudge such a thing? As if he heard me, he smiled , and his face was like the sun .
~ Madeline Miller
Ve con cuidado —me instó. —Lo haré. Había mucho más por decir, mas, por una vez, no lo dijimos. Habría otras ocasiones para hablar, por la noche, y al día siguiente, y todos los días venideros. Me soltó la mano.
~ Madeline Miller
I listened and did not speak. Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.
~ Madeline Miller
Il n'y avait rien au monde que j'avais plus envie d'entendre que ce qu'il n'avait pas dit.
~ Madeline Miller
There was a silence. Then Chiron said, "When I brought you both here, I had not decided yet what I would do. Thetis sees many faults, some that are and some that are not." His voice was unreadable again. Hope and despair flared and died in me by turns.
~ Madeline Miller
What will you tell them?' 'I will tell them nothing.' The answer came with no hesitation, clear and crisp. 'It is not for them to say what I will do.
~ Madeline Miller
We had been silent. We were fourteen, and these things were too hard for us. Now that we are twenty-seven, they still feel too hard.
~ Madeline Miller
He yawned, his eyes heavylidded. "what`s your name?" His kingdom was half, a quarter, an eight the size of my father`s, and i had killed a boy and been exiled and still he did not know me. i grounded my jaw shut and would not speak. He asked again, louder: "What`s your name?
~ Madeline Miller
When the hauteur slipped from her face, what would I see? Despair, I imagine. Not the passive, withdrawn despair that keeps itself in silence but the raging kind that incinerates all before it.
~ Maeve Brennan