Quotes About Silence

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

I've always liked the moonless night best. It's easier to say things in the dark. It's easier to be yourself.

Today,' Elodin said brightly, 'we will talk about things that cannot be talked about. Specifically, we will discuss why some things cannot be discussed.

I do this so you cannot help but hear. A wise man views a moonless night with fear.

I heard the silence pouring from them. The audience held themselves quiet, tense, and tight, as if the song had burned them worse than flame. Each person held their wounded selves closely, clutching their pain as if it were a precious thing.

So rather than risk saying the wrong thing, I said nothing.

the slow regard of silent things had wafted off the moisture in the air.

I've always liked moonless nights best. It's easier to say things in the dark. It's easier to be yourself.

So we rode in silence. It was nice just being near her. You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

I said nothing. Like a child playing find-and-catch, it was my sincere hope that if I closed my eyes and remained perfectly still, the pain wouldn´t be able to find me.

When she spoke her voice was clear. "I do this so you cannot help but hear. a wise man views a moonless night with fear.

Close your mouth, E'lir Kvothe, or I will feel obliged to put some vile tonic in it.

See a woman pale as snow? Silent come and silent go. What's their plan? What's their plan? Chandrian. Chandrian.

Bad business last night. Chances are, that would be all Graham had to say about the death of a man he had known his whole life. These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.' There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly, with an edge to her voice. 'I think you mean "wild beasts laying their heads in his lap".' 'Do I?

I (Kvothe) started to say something else, but she (Vashet) put her hand over my mouth. "I've said I understand. Stop fighting after you have won.

Benim yüzümden susay?m deme Kvothe, yoksa sesini özlerim.

Era un sonido paciente e impasible como el de las flores cartadas; el silencio de un hombre que espera la muerte.

Las palabras no siempre pueden hacer el trabajo para el que las necesitamos. La música existe para cuando nos fallan las palabras

He drew a slow, deliberate breath before speaking. "Quiet is not stupid," he said, his voice flat. "You? Always talk. Chek chek chek chek chek." He made a motion with one hand, like a mouth opening and closing. "Always. Like dog all night barking at tree. Try to be big. No. Just noise. Just dog.

No te calles por mi culpa, Kvothe -dijo con dulzura-. Echaría de menos el sonido de tu voz.

El amor es ciego, y sordomudo.