Being Quiet Quotes Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the dim glow filtering through the window. Aaron’s arm was still draped over me — heavy, warm, comforting. Azi was between us, curled up like a little kitten, his soft breathing calm and steady. For a moment, I just lay there, listening. The quiet hum of the ceiling fan, the faint rustle of the curtains, the distant sound of waves brushing against the shore. It was that kind of silence na hindi nakakailang. It didn’t demand anything. It just existed — gentle, patient, full of peace.

Pero lately, she’s been quiet in ways that don’t feel normal, alam ko naman na kasalanan ko. But that silence… it’s louder than anything I’ve heard all day.

"Eh, ba't ba kasi pinapahirapan mo yang sarili mo? Veron, maikli lang ang buhay. Kung ganyan ka palagi, eh, wala...hindi ka mag go-grow..." "Wag mo nga akong bigyan ng life quotes. Para namang may magagawa yang himala. Yung lungkot na nararamdaman ko, hindi na tinatablan ng mga ganyan." "Edi, sorry! Ang sa'kin lang naman, since hindi naman 'to yung first time na nangyari sa inyo to, gusto ko lang mapagaan ang nararamdaman mo." Silence and the only sound is the echoes of the vehicle that has been coming back and forth in the busy street of the city. Suddenly, his phone rang and he immediately answered the other party. "Oh, ano na?"

wika nito at muling tumingin sa laptop niya. Inirapan ko ito “shut up” pabulong na panggagaya ko sa kanya “pwede naman sabihin na keep quiet para hindi masyadong harsh” dagdag ko pa at laking gulat nang masama na itong nakatingin sa akin. “Keep. Quiet” madiin na wika nito.

Habang nagkakape sila, tahimik lang. May mahinang tugtog mula sa radyo. May ulan sa bubong. At sa gitna ng ordinaryong sandali, may pakiramdam ng fullness na hindi niya mahanap noon sa kahit anong achievement. “You’re quieter these days,” sabi ni Clara. Tumingin siya rito. “Bad quiet?” Umiling ito. “Peaceful quiet.” At sa unang pagkakataon sa matagal na panahon, hindi siya natakot marinig iyon.

Ang tanging maririnig mo lang ay ang mahinang tunog ng air-conditioning at ang sariling yabag ng sapatos. ‎ It was so quiet... Too quiet... ‎ ‎Lumingon siya sa likod, ilang beses. Walang sumusunod, walang kakaibang tunog. Pero nananatili pa rin ang kaba sa dibdib niya, para bang may hindi tama. ‎ ‎Calm down, Zein. You’re just overthinking. Matagal nang masama ang loob ni Marian sa 'yo, pero hindi naman siya ganon kasama. Kung gusto ka niyang gawan ng masama, sana noon pa.

Hindi malakas, pero sapat ang tono niya para mapalingon ang lahat. “I’m not quiet because I don’t care,” aniya, mababa at seryoso ang boses, may halong accent na lalong nagbigay bigat sa bawat salita. “I just… don’t see the need to talk when everyone else is already loud enough.”

walking beside him like this felt easy. Too easy. "The moon isn't as bright tonight," I murmured habang nakatingala sa langit. "Hmm." "To be honest... I miss province life sometimes." He looked at me. "You grew up in the city, right?" "Yeah," I nodded slowly. "But I still prefer quiet places. Yung malayo sa ingay. Malayo sa maraming tao." "Why?" I smiled faintly. "Because silence feels more honest." That made him quiet for a second.

At doon, sa simpleng linya na iyon, may isang bagay na tuluyang nag-shift—isang tiwalang hindi na kailangan ipaliwanag. “Why are they quiet?” Ang tanong ni Ellen ay hindi galit— ito ay iritasyon. Sa conference call kasama ang legal team niya, walang sumasagot agad. “They’re not reacting publicly,” sabi ng isang abogado. “That’s not necessarily bad.” “Wrong,” putol ni Ellen. “That’s worse.” Tahimik ang linya. “Silence means preparation,” dagdag niya.“And preparation means they found something.”

Maybe we both stayed too long. “You should go back inside,” he said again, quieter this time. But it didn’t sound distant anymore. It sounded forced. Like he was trying to convince himself more than me. I looked at him for a second longer before finally nodding. “Right.” That should’ve been the end of it. A simple conversation. A moment that would eventually fade into something easier to ignore. But deep down—I already knew it wouldn’t. Because the worst feelings are never the loud ones. They’re the quiet ones. The ones that settle into you slowly until suddenly, they’re everywhere.