Author refers to, "short silences in which the resolves which colour a life are so often taken.

It is in the thick of a calamity that one gets hardened to the truth, in other words to silence.

Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin.Wanting a man who was sin itself.

If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet...maybe we could understand something.

Seated at table - no need for the fracture of the room's silence; noiselessly they conversed.

It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude... nothing in between..

I crammed six years of silence into sixty seconds, held frozen and firm with an icy stare.


You are my only friend in the world, and I want to talk to you. Or, perhaps, be silent with you.

We are starved for quiet, to hear the sound of sheer silence that is the presence of God himself.

She was extending a hand I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

When silence is a choice, it is an unnerving presence. When silence is imposed, it is censorship.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

Will ye come with me?” he whispered.And she answered without hesitation. “Yes, please.

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.

The house was silent, but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water.