Top 100 Her Silence Quotes
#1. In the dark morning silence, I placed a gun to her head. She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead.
Dwight Yoakam
#2. Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to they grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.
John Milton
#3. There was a part of him (her) that dreamed, and he (she) was not sure if that part could ever retreat into an interminable silence.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
#4. He was acutely aware of her chest rising and falling as she tortured him with silence for several seconds before finally opening her baby blues and saying, "That Was Epic." Then she broke into a fit of laughter.
Robin Bielman
#5. Her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.
Jane Austen
#7. She'd shown her that living a life of silence and regret wasn't really living at all,
Lana Hart
#8. She was my wife. My most valuable possession; I treasured her. But I loved her slutty and dirty, too. A sexual object for my pleasure. The one woman who could silence the memories in my head and set me free.
Sylvia Day
#9. Profound silence would brood over the valley, even weighing down our spirits with indefinable heaviness. There can be no other place in the world where man feels himself so alone, so isolated, so completely ignored by nature, so incapable of entering into communion with her
David Oliver Relin
#10. And there was no Camelot now -- now that no Queen was there, all white and gold, under an oaktree with another sunlight sifting itself in silence on her glory through the dark leaves above her where she sat, smiling at what she feared, and fearing least what most there was to fear.
Edwin Arlington Robinson
#11. Hello Rush," she said, breaking the silence. The sound of her voice almost sent me to my knees. God, I'd missed her voice.
"Blaire," I managed to say, terrified that I'd scare her away just by speaking.
Abbi Glines
#12. Aunt Mimi possessed a horror of silence, which she battled with endless chat. The Typhoid Mary of the Telephone started her calls at 6:30 each morning.
Rita Mae Brown
#13. He adjusted his body in relation to hers. His head angled down, his hand forming a canopy between them to shield her face from the sun. It was a useless gesture. only silence. The sunlight on her hair
Jhumpa Lahiri
#14. She'll never understand the shyness of Sophie's words or the silence of her beauty.
Markus Zusak
#15. I ache to hear her tell me she loves me, but forcing her to put words to how she feels pushes her further into the silence she seems comfortable calling home now. I tell myself to be patient and understanding, but inside there's a longing only those words will fill, and it hurts to ignore it.
C.J. Redwine
#16. By this time he had discovered that his neighbour was not very conversible; But whether her silence proceeded from pride, discretion, timidity, or idiotism, he was still unable to decide.
Matthew Gregory Lewis
#17. The men were making too much noise, laughing, joking, to cover her terrible accusing silence below. She made the empty rooms roar with accusation and shake down a fine dust go guilt that was sucked in their nostrils as they plunged about.
Ray Bradbury
#18. I answer her with my silence, understanding the full power of it for the first time. Words are weapons. Weapons are powerful. So are unsaid words. So are unused weapons.
Emily Murdoch
#19. And she's here. And said he's here. And she's going to tell him I'm here."
Avery waves her hands frantically. "Shh . . . or everyone will hear!"
We stare at one another in silence, not blinking. Okay, I blinked, but it's not really a contest.
Victoria Van Tiem
#20. Incest, rape and abuse is rampant everywhere, even in our churches, but society is silent. It is a silent epidemic. One in three women will experience a sexual assault in her lifetime and one in six males, yet we don't speak of it, even in our churches!
Diane Chamberlain
#21. Always the most revealing thing about the Church is her idea of God, just as her most significant message is what she says about Him or leaves unsaid, for her silence is often more eloquent than her speech.
A.W. Tozer
#22. He was a man who fucked in silence. And when he climaxed, long, hard, endlessly, inside her tight body, he heard his voice in the darkness. Calling her name.
Anne Stuart
#23. She constantly piles up her hair with her hands and then lets it fall. She laughs, but there is no sound. It's all in silence - she is made out of yesterdays.
James Salter
#24. I'm Violet," I growl. "I thought I lost something this summer, but I just realized, I never needed it."
Total silence.
Then someone mutters, "Is she talking about her virginity?"
In retrospect, I realize I could have worded that better.
Nicole Christie
#25. There's her silence, loud as a roar, pulling at me like the greatest sadness ever, like I want to take it and press myself into it and just disappear forever down into nothing.
What a relief that would feel like right now. What a blessed relief.
Patrick Ness
#26. Every woman must own her story; otherwise we are all part of the silence.
Zainab Salbi
#27. What did you say to me Itsy? The day when you broke your silence?
Itsy shrugged and shuffled back into her own apartment.
Suzanne Palmieri
#28. Silence doesn't mean he or she doesn't know the answer. Just in time, you will know what his or her response.
Shim Steward
#29. If you look at a dancer in silence, his or her body will be the music. If you turn the music on, that body will become an extension of what you're hearing.
Judith Jamison
#30. It was all collecting inside there, gathering like dust, building, building up, until someday there would be enough for some part to pierce the surface of her silence and gasp out a piece of what lay beneath.
Alexandra Kleeman
#31. Even with her audio interface turned off, it was the deepest silence she'd ever experienced. "It's so quiet here."
"Creepy, isn't it? I don't know how people can stand it."
"I think it's kind of nice."
"Yeah, like a morgue is nice.
Marissa Meyer
#32. Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.
Cassandra Clare
#33. Finally Lucinda grew used to her silence, and began not only to accept it, but treasure it. She too grew quiet. For the first time she heard the music of her heart.
John Speed
#34. The rules for raising children had gone out with her parents generation of daughters who had lived as Lucy had, in patient silence, acting by standards which had lasted generations, waiting to grow up to make their decisions, following the patterns of their own lives.
Susan Richards Shreve
#35. The iron hand of necessity commands, and her stern decree is supreme law, to which the gods even must submit. In deep silence rules the uncounselled sister of eternal fate. Whatever she lays upon thee, endure; perform whatever she commands.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#36. But the night doesn't swallow her up.
Everywhere she goes she is still there;
the silence is as big as herself.
Adrienne Su
#37. That high pitch scream emitted by Rose made me wince! Her ear bursting howls would stun me into silence as much as it silenced the eldest child in their home, eight-year-old Anna-Marie.
Stephen Richards
#38. After that, she went silent again. It was a strained silence. I glanced at the calendar on the wall. Her period was not due yet. I imagined that something unpleasant might have happened at the office.
Haruki Murakami
#39. Thinking fascinates me, and I probably spend too much time in my mind. My wife says that my perfect world is to be in the Suburban driving, with her next to me and the boys in the back seat and complete silence for two thousand miles.
John Larroquette
#40. He kissed her into silence, and then said, his voice husky with passionate longing, "Take me back, Eloise. Please, take me back.
Eloisa James
#41. Maybe that's all she saw, the end of her suffering, the black, blank silence of the departed. No more bells, no more noises, no more voices and their terrible, disapproving faces. No past, no future, no more sad todays. No tomorrows.
James Preller
#42. When she quieted the jet engine buzz of worries assaulting her brain, when she stopped thinking altogether and just felt, she knew this was right. Feeling the silence of peace and conviction was so foreign to her she wasn't even sure what to do with it.
Erin McCarthy
#43. Even with the crackle of the flames, the silence was unbearable. He wanted to ask her why she'd done it. Why she'd lied about Lilly. But whenever he tried to shape his thoughts into words, they died on his lips. Eventually,
Kass Morgan
#44. The butterfly startled at Mary's gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late afternoon sunshine.
Silence watched it, enthralled, and then her eyes met Michael's.
A corner of his mouth cocked up. Welcome home, m'love.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#45. Jesus lifted his chin, and he seemed to grow taller. Mara caught her breath. He looked - just for a moment - like a king. He said into the silence, I am.
Stephanie Landsem
#46. Keeping her silence and stifling her hunger to know this complex, talented man both in and out of bed, she fell asleep to the rhythm of his voice, only to wake to the unadulterated demand of his kiss.
Nalini Singh
#47. If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.
John Fowles
#48. 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.
Patrick Rothfuss
#49. There was a tiny silence, only the soft hum of the fluorescence. I thought of her in the cold ruined house, with night birds keening above her and rain gentle all around, dying of breathing
Tana French
#50. Advent is the season of the secret, the secret of the growth of Christ, of divine love growing in silence ... For nine months, Christ grew in his mother's body. By his own will, she formed him from herself, from the simplicity of her daily life.
Caryll Houselander
#51. In the silence of her bedroom, she swore an oath to the moonlight that if Sam were hurt, no force in the world would hold her back from slaughtering everyone responsible.
Sarah J. Maas
#52. They heard a lullaby every time a part of her died in Silence.
Akshay Vasu
#53. There is nothing mind can do that cannot be better done in the mind's immobility and thought-free stillness. When mind is still, then truth gets her chance to be heard in the purity of the silence.
Sri Aurobindo
#54. What," came a deep male voice, "is this?"
Silence froze, her hand still outstretched, clutching a damp, dirty cloth. Oh, dear Lord. Slowly she raised her eyes and found herself face-to-thighs with Mickey O'Connor's extremely tight breeches.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#55. There was a silence. Hannah's own heart was twisted with the force of her love for him. Her eyes were full.
L.J.Smith
#56. Crash studied her. Sometimes he seemed to understand her silence better than her words.
T.L. Shreffler
#57. This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were
meant to talk.
Julia Quinn
#58. There was no echo, no reverberation. If anything the room ate sound. It swallowed her voice, her words, and her eternal, inadequate apology. But not her memories. She would never be rid of those.
Laini Taylor
#59. Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.
Joe Bousquet
#60. She sat in the silence that resulted in the absence of her words, feeling unburdened but not absolved.
Thomm Quackenbush
#61. Her thoughts are full of other things just now; and people have such different ways of showing feeling: some by silence, some by words.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#62. She wasn't a victim of fate, she was running her own risks, pushing beyond her own limits, experiencing things which, one day, in the silence of her heart, in the tedium of old age, she would remember almost with nostalgia - however absurd that might seem.
Paulo Coelho
#63. That was the change in her from ten years ago; that, indeed, was her reward, this haunting, magical sadness which spoke straight to the heart and struck silence; it was the completion of her beauty.
Evelyn Waugh
#64. It would never have crossed her mind spontaneously that somebody might actually need silence. That silence helps you to go inward, that anyone who is interested in something more than just life outside actually needs silence.
Muriel Barbery
#65. The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.
Ruta Sepetys
#66. In the oh-my-God-this-has-to-be-Christmas silence that followed, he struggled to reorder the last six months, to catch up with this reality they'd somehow missed. He wanted her. She wanted him. Was it true?
J.R. Ward
#67. Here is the desert of silence,
Blinking and blind in the sun--
An old, old woman who mumbles her beads
And crumbles to stone.
Alice Corbin Henderson
#68. All this silence between us, to protect her, and what has it wrought! How unthinking I was," he cringed as he beat himself up inside.
K. Farrell St. Germain
#69. Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.
Jodi Picoult
#70. Her screams are heard across generations who dared not scream
and died without joy,in silence and isolation.
David W. Earle
#71. Pierre held the hand of his betrothed in silence, looking at her beautiful bosom as it rose and fell.
Leo Tolstoy
#72. When he saw her sitting there all alone, so young, and good, and beautiful, and kind to him; and heard her thrilling voice, so natural and sweet, and such a golden link between him and all his life's love and happiness, rising out of the silence; he turned his face away, and hid his tears.
Charles Dickens
#73. [S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I'm making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she's given me pain.
Rachel Cohn
#74. Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour from the outer world.
Mary Elizabeth Braddon
#75. A man speaks of what he knows, a woman of what pleases her: the one requires knowledge, the other taste.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
#76. Beach houses along short sandy streets. He can feel her bare forarm brushing his, and it's strange she's being so quiet. He glances down at her and she smiles up at him as if, in his silence, he's been telling a long story and she is simply listening to it.
Andre Dubus III
#77. I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
(Pause. Krapp's lips move. No sound.)
Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.
Samuel Beckett
#78. For a few minutes I stood alone in her chambers, appreciating the light and silence and art. There was a van Gogh on one of the walls, worth more than most planets could pay. It was a painting of the artist's room at Arles. Madness is not a new invention.
Dan Simmons
#79. She's got a new found fondness for stun guns."
There was silence and then Eddie replied "Yeah, I heard that too. Willie saw her with it, said the floor was littered with her victims.
Kristen Ashley
#80. Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.
Faraaz Kazi
#81. She waited, unwilling to meet his eyes, hoping he would go on. When he didn't, the silence stretched between them like invisible cobwebs. In the dimmest part of her, she realized she might have wishes, too, elusive wishes that belonged more to a girl in a garden than they did to a captive.
Caragh M. O'Brien
#82. The faint sound of music filtered into the room, a welcome disruption from the agonizing silence. The soft melody comforted Haven. She relaxed as the tension left her body, but it did nothing to shut off her mind. She lay awake, listening as she stared at the clock, wishing for relief.
J.M. Darhower
#83. Ree-" Grey barked into the icy silence. "Lax!"
The word spat so unexpectedly into her ear had precisely the effect Grey must have intended. It shocked Nan for a split second into a state of not-thinking, just being-
Suddenly, all in an instant she and Neville were one.
Mercedes Lackey
#84. The silence was deafening, pressing more heavily on Hollyleaf's ears than the stones that pinned her to the cold floor.
Erin Hunter
#85. So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me
the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.
Jessica Sorensen
#86. ON HER DEATHBED, Gertrude Stein is said to have asked, 'What is the answer?' Then, after a long silence, 'What is the question?' Don't start looking in the Bible for the answers it gives. Start by listening for the questions it asks.
Frederick Buechner
#87. Most people he knew, his wife included, wouldn't make it through an hour on the promise of four sentences. But Frankie Bard was like a camel. She could hold her words for days
as long as she could watch the goings-on.
Sarah Blake
#88. We're sitting there, her smoking, me watching her smoke, and it's too quiet, so I do what I've done my whole life when it's too quiet. I say something really stupid.
A.S. King
#89. I won't discuss non-discussable things with her, like the sound of silence or the vertical dimensions of an awkward moment. Those sorts of things are best left unsaid, like the last time I told her I loved her.
Jarod Kintz
#90. He couldn't say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he'd learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she'd knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. It's fixed. As long as you don't mind more than a few scars.
Nalini Singh
#91. She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her breath shallow and raspy. Silence seemed to stuff itself in her ears like cotton balls.
Daniel Younger
#92. She could not be complying, she dreaded being quarrelsome; her heroism reached only to silence.
Jane Austen
#93. For who can move when fair Belinda fails? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain, 5 While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain. Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan; Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.
Alexander Pope
#94. The record changer clicked; another record dropped down. In the sudden, brief silence, she heard something within her turn over. Perhaps only her soul.
It was nine-fifteen.
Stephen King
#95. She could keep her silence, it was evident, as energetically as she could talk.
L.M. Montgomery
#96. Her echo is the only reality in his silence.
Gwen Calvo
#97. Every woman needed a husband, even if he did silence the song in her.
Khaled Hosseini
#98. The part of her that should have been disgusted was numb.
Fuyumi Ono
#99. She usually worked at night, claiming that the racket he made about the house distracted her during the day; she needed silence, total silence, in which to pursue her inspiration - else it fled away and left her with a splitting headache to show for it.
Helen Hodgman
#100. But the positive thoughts would give way to negative thoughts, and the negative thoughts seemed to swoop into her mind the way a big flock of black crows takes over the landscape, sitting thick in the trees and on the fence rails and lawns, staring at you in ominous silence.
Jeannette Walls
