Novel & Cerita Power Of Silence Quotes

[Dangerous Silence] “Sometimes silence is louder than a threat… especially when the man watching you no longer needs to speak.” I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. Because the moment Julian said those words— one of you won’t survive this house— something cold and absolute slid down my spine and settled deep in my bones. He wasn’t bluffing. That was the worst part. Not his tone. Not the locked room. Not even the key still hanging against my skin like a heartbeat I no longer trusted.

I just let him drive us away, my body was too drained to protest, my voice was too faint to speak up. Ayaw kong may kausap... Kahit 'yong tunog ng makina ng kotse, ayaw kong marinig. Kahit 'yong mga busina sa labas, naririndi ako. Kahit 'yong paghinga ko, ayaw kong pumasok 'yon sa tenga ko. I wish for silence so complete, peace so deep, that even my own thoughts would quiet themselves.

“Not when we’re both not okay. Not when every word we say hurts more than it helps.” “Rosie—” “Please,” pabulong niyang pakiusap. “Let me breathe.” Tahimik. The kind of silence that hurts more than shouting. The kind of silence that feels like something shattered, and you don’t know if it can still be fixed. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Sandaling lumambot ang mga tingin ko… gusto ko siyang yakapin, gusto ko pa magpaliwanag pero hindi ko na ginawa.

Hindi na siya nakapagsalita. “Silence means yes,” sambit ko ilang minuto ang lumipas. Lumayo ako kay Jacc. Lumayo rin ako kay Mother Celestine. Pumunta ako sa may isang malaking bato.

I unwittingly make an insulting glare at her. “Oh my God! Hindi ko alam na gan'yan pala kakitid ang utak mo.” “I dunno. Maybe." Tumahimik sya at humalukipkip. “See? Silence means yes!” medyo tumaas ang boses ko na pinagsisihan ko when she suddenly shrieked in her high-pitched tone. “Arrgh!!! Silence means I don’t give a fuck. Kung ‘yan ang iniisip mo, isipin mo na lang nang isipin.”

Hindi agad sumagot si Amanda Sa halip ay bahagya siyang huminga nang malalim isang kilos na halos hindi mapansin kung hindi ka nakatingin nang mabuti. “Silence,” tugon niya, “is not always absence. Sometimes it is restraint. Sometimes it is strategy. And sometimes,” dagdag niya, “it is the only way to survive while the truth is being buried under noise.” May ilang napasinghap ang iba nama’y napahinto sa pagsusulat.

I swallowed hard as I try to hold back my tears. Silence, yes, casts troubles and arguments away. It is the affiliate of peace. Kapag nanahimik ka, hindi na lalala ang sitwasyon. Kapag tahimik ka, hindi ka mapapahamak. But then I realized, silence can also kill. It stops you from expressing and defending yourself. It stops you from spitting the truth. It represses you.

Ngunit wala siyang sinabi. “Silence means consent,” bulong ni Marga habang muling ibinaling ang tingin kay Zephaniah. “You’re not to blame.” Para sa batang halos lamunin na ng hiya, ang mga salitang iyon ay tila araw sa gitna ng mahabang taglamig. Dahan-dahang humupa ang kaba ni Zephaniah. Her shoulders loosened, her heartbeat steadied. She could breathe again.

dagdag niya, marahan, parang lihim, “don’t confuse silence with freedom.” Lumuhod pa rin ako nang magsara ang pinto. Sa loob ng dibdib ko, may takot—oo. Pero may isa pang bagay na mas malinaw kaysa dati. Isang desisyon. “Hindi ka na lang ang boses sa ulo ko,” bulong ko sa sarili ko. “Hindi na lang.”

Why did she fall inlove with this idiot? "Ayan wala ng sagabal pinatay ko na ang apoy, pwede na ba nating ituloy?" Hinging pahintulot nito. Hindi niya naman magawang sumagot. Kaya muli itong nagsalita. "You know what, wifey? Silence means yes," pilyong sambit nito. "What the fu—..." hindi na niya naituloy ang sasabihin nang muli nitong sinunggaban ng halik ang mga labi niyang nakaawang.