Quotes About Silence

Tell your friends not to think aloud Until they swallow.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No furniture, no light fittings, no carpet, no bodies. Not a single body. Nothing but the million ducks, the three million ducklings and a window.

She said nothing, hoping her silence would goad him into explaining.

The world lit up like a silent photograph, flat and grainy, limning the tree stark as a charcoal slash against a parchment sky. Lightning exploded like bluewhite cats-o'-nine-tails until sound rolled and cracked and splintered and Marghe could no longer tell if it was the ground shaking or her muscles; she felt deaf and blind and exposed to her core.

Hild stared at him, her mind smooth as wax.

More than once, they wrapped in furs and cloaks and walked through the garden in the moonlight, still talking. Sometimes they just walked in silence, and Marghe thought she could hear Thenike's heart.

We sat silently, contemplating the ghosts we had created between us, and the difference between our world and that of most people.

Never say the dangerous thing aloud.

Silence while we both thought our thoughts.

She could speak if she chose, but she was not ready to choose because she did not understand.

She heard the secret, perhaps a secret no one wholly mortal should hear.

It was hot, and it seemed stone would tell them nothing more.

Something in her sudden stillness made him look down at her hand, and he nodded, and with one last look turned away with her down the path.

We drove in silence. The only things we knew about each other revolved around the death of a man who had been her friend and I didn't want to talk about that, didn't want to think about murder and men with money.

One had to sit still and really quiet to really see, really hear.

Quiet mouth, bright mind.

She cocked her head slightly as though listening to a voice only she could hear.

Holding secrets, her mother said, made a man feel mighty.

Hild nodded, but couldn't say anything. Soft, shocking echoes lapped at her bones and squeezed her insides. Gwladus kept stroking her belly and the echoes began to run into one another like ripples on a pond, and then slowly calmed.

She withdrew to the shadows and began the long walk back under a twist of stars.

Hild slipped away to sit in the moon shadow of a tufted dune with the sheathed knife in her lap and listen to the night breeze in the grass and think about nothing in particular.

We could acknowledge it between us as long as it remained unspoken.

I never knew my father," she said again, slowly. She could only tell the truth. "Of the rest, I may not speak.

It is fine to demand that the imbecile respect arts, letters, philosophy, the sciences, but let him respect them in silence.