Silence Quotes
His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.
you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.
... isn't breaking a supervillian out of jail a little ... much?
He feels the word close enough to absorb it
Behind the depressing silence of the sea, the silence of God …. the feeling that while men raise their voices in anguish God remains with folded arms, silent.
Of silence, I can say only what I heard, that all things are known by that which they make or leave–and so speech isn’t itself, but its effect, and silence is the same.
We are starved for quiet, to hear the sound of sheer silence that is the presence of God himself.
But the night doesn't swallow her up.Everywhere she goes she is still there
silence was never lost, she just had to stop screaming long enough to hear it:.
But it is the subjects, the conversations, the facts we shy away from, which claim us in the form of writer's block, as mere rhetoric, as hysteria, insomnia, and constriction of the throat.
I don't have the body for this, " I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves."Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?
I don't have a car."His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here, " I explained. "I'm on foot.""Angel, " he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.
Do you think they're going to buy that a guy in tacky leather chaps dances like this?" I scoffed when he twirled me back into his emb
savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.
The basis lies in the idea that if you're kind to others, good things will happen to you.
India has many customs and rituals that may seem bizarre to anyone not used to its distinctive culture. It is a strange combination of being a young nation as well as an ancient country.
I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.
Falling in love slowly is like awakening one morning to find that the sun has risen in the west.
In order to pile weakness upon weakness he was trying to drag others along the path that he himself had walked.
The day was so wonderful that Bonaventure thought it would taste like cherry pie if he took a bite of it.
Perhaps that’s the best way to recover, to return to the way things were before as quickly as we can. We won the Great Battle, so nothing needs to change.
Shame lurks in the pockets of the mind (or spirit), like lint. No matter how brave a face you put on things – and believe me, I did – you always have to face yourself in the end.
i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake
shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?
The value of a person shouldn't be decided by the judgements of other people. Kindness brings out the best in us all.
Matt Smith?" I said. "Really? You are not the Doctor, Bran. At your age, it is important to keep a lookout for excessive hubris.
Michael grew silent, his gaze softening as he looked from me to Will, and a dim light of hope flickered in my heart. “You would mourn for h
Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow
What I was caught up in, I dimly understood, was the embodiment of history
I already knew that I had the ability to free myself from hatred, and I viewed this as my most significant conquest.
All you care about is the control and power you have over me and I hate myself for giving that to you!
I'm just scared I won't run as fast as I did my freshman year, ' I admitted, choking back tears.Coach Woj looked at me for a moment, his eye gentle.'You don't have to.
But you know all about that, being sorry and having no words to say something when you know you should but you just can't
awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover
leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.
Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.
for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.