Quotes About Silence

If only faces could talk....

He was reading . I was struck dumb with amazement.

Now this little gem"— Izzy's mother pulled out yet another bottle—"this is one of my favorites, guaranteed to improve your love life or your money back. Does your husband ever have trouble keeping up?" She held up a finger, then curled it limply downward as her eyebrows arched up. The silence from upstairs was suddenly deafening.

My father said that a silent person is trying to hide something.

He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.

Mercy?" His voice was very calm, that "people are going to die" calm only he could do. As soon as he started to speak, silence fell behind him because I wasn't the only one who knew that voice.

Over the years, she'd learned not to question him too closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.

We watched the rest of the movie without talking. When it was over, Bran said, I love you." I said, " I know." Adam nudged me with his shoulder, and I laughed. "I love you, too.

Can you hear the silence? It's the good kind of silence, not the silence that listens back.

Silence fell, and I remembered that I was supposed to be running this. It reminded me in an odd way of the time I'd had to take over my sister's Girl Scout troop when my mother had been sick. Fourteen preteen girls, a tableful of werewolves—there were certain monstrous similarities.

Some people need to shut their mouths in order to use their brains

Mirror, mirror, on the wall," Asil murmured when Tad quit speaking. "Shh," said Tad. "This isn't that mirror. That mirror broke, and good riddance to it. Let's not give this one ideas, please.

He could have told her that he had no intention of bedding her, but he tried not to lie. Not even to himself. So he stayed silent.

He didn't want to scare her any more than she already was. He could have told her that he had no intention of bedding her, but he tried not to lie. Not even to himself. So he stayed silent.

Shut up," I said fiercely and very quietly because the sound of his voice sent sharp, arcing lightning rods of pain from my eyes all the way through my skull.

But this is the slowed-down season held fast by darkness and if no one comes to keep you company then keep watch over your own solitude. In that stillness, you will learn with your whole body the significance of cold and the night, which is otherwise always eluding you. — Patricia Fargnoli, closing lines to "Winter Grace," Winter (Hobblebush Books, 2013)

My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.

My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.

What's your horse's name?" I asked Grandfather. "Jack," said Grandfather. "Papa had a horse named Jack, too," I told him. Grandfather didn't answer. "Sarah's right. You and Papa are alike," I said. I knew Grandfather wouldn't answer. And he didn't.

there are some things for which there are no answers, no matter how beautiful the words may be.

Silence in the face of evil is itself evil," he would later write. "Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act."2

Back at the hut, all my sister, they start to cry. "No crying," my aunt says, very strict. "You cry only in your mind." But later, when everyone else asleep, I hear my aunt, her tears, they fall like rain.

But even in the schoolyard I'd been aware of that silence, that reserve in him, as though he'd been raised by foxes and language was his second language.

Burrell stopped his lawyer's protest by raising one large hand, palm out. "It's like