We keep quiet about what we read. Our enjoyment of a book remains a jealously guarded secret. Perhaps because there`s no need to talk, or because it takes time to distill what we've read before we can say anything. Silence is our guarantee of intimac...
After that there was silence for a while, only the sound of the shovel biting into the earth and the hissing splatter of the loose dirt. They stood him up, his back to the well. In the dark, desperate sky, just above the scalloped line the treetops m...
T-Bird: I got trouble. One of my crew got himself perished. Top Dollar: Yeah, and who might that be? T-Bird: Tin Tin, somebody stuck his blades in all his major organs in alphabetical order. Top Dollar: Well, gentlemen, by all means, I think we ought...
Otto: Ok... Ok... DISAPPOINTED. Son of a bitch. What do you have to do in this world to make people trust you? Wanda: Shut up. Otto: People are always taking advantage of me. Wanda: Shut up and think. [Otto pulls out a silenced pistol and fires two s...
Spider: [hesitating] Why don't you go fuck yourself, Tommy? Jimmy Conway: [stunned silence] Whoa! Can't believe what I just heard. Hey Spider, here. This is for you. [tosses money on the table] Jimmy Conway: Attaboy! I got respect for this kid. He's ...
Hermione Granger: [after her faux pas about Luna's name] So... that's an interesting necklace. Luna Lovegood: It's a charm actually. It keeps away the Nargles. [awkward silence] Luna Lovegood: Hungry. I hope they have pudding. [the carriage starts ro...
Fa Zhou: I am ready to serve the emperor. Mulan: Father! You can't go! Fa Zhou: Mulan! Mulan: Please, sir. My father has already fought for... Chi Fu: Silence! You would do well to teach your daughter to hold her tongue in a man's presence. Fa Zhou: ...
[after Shaun gets shouted at by Liz] David: Basically, I'd say your nine lives are up, Shaun Shaun: Get fucked, four eyes! Why don't you go out with her if you love her so much? David: What do you mean by that? [storms off] David: Well, I don't know ...
Antonius Block: I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefu...
Dave Kujan: Keaton was Keyser Söze! Verbal: Noo! Dave Kujan: The kind of man who can wrangle the wills of men like Hawkney and McManus. The kind of man who could engineer a police line-up, for all these years of contacts in NYPD. The kind of man who...
[Pyro gets into a fight with some kids in the food court, and sets one's clothes on fire. Bobby puts it out with a jet of ice. Just as everyone is staring at them, they freeze. There is dead silence] Rogue: Bobby, what did you do? Bobby: I didn't do ...
If time stood still, each moment would be stopped; frozen. Each moment, individually, can be captured as though the world was a giant painting. Each breath, each blink, each glance will be recorded forever. The silence growing with more strength, mor...
Dear Heavenly Father, We pray for those who are living silence, locked in the room of depression to where they are taking their own lives. This is the enemy trying to take souls away before they can hear "The Word" and accept it. We pray for a breakt...
Of one thing we may be sure, we can never escape the external stimuli that cause vexation. The world is full of them, and though we were to retreat to a cave and live the remainder of our days alone, we still could not lose them. The rough floor of t...
It is finally about the quality of the conversations and silences we share, isn't it? We become strangers when we have nothing to say to each other. We die to each other, when the conversations in us die. Sometimes, a little every day, until one day ...
It is almost impossible to express the extraordinary silence that came over everyone whose eyes were fixed on the painting––not a rustle, not a sound; and the painting meanwhile appeared loftier and loftier with every minute; brightly and wonderf...
I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear. I kneel and recite my office and the Rosary but the words are empty - dry gourds rattling in the silence. The dark is terrible and I feel so ...
Far from such din, when blessed silence returns, I can listen to the butterflies that flutter inside my head. To hear them, one must be calm and pay close attention, for their wingbeats are barely audible. Loud breathing is enough to drown them out. ...
The observations and encounters of a man of solitude and few words are at once more nebulous and more intense than those of a gregarious man, his thoughts more ponderable, more bizarre and never without a hint of sadness. Images and perceptions that ...
Fish held the silence for so long that I had to restrain myself from prodding her. That's never a good idea. Sometimes people hesitate because they don't have the courage to come out with whatever needs to be said; other times they desperately want t...
On TV, I can hit the mute button and silence any moron. I wish real life came with a hush button I could push and enjoy instant quiet.
