Quiet Person Has The Loudest Mind Novels & Stories

The most terrifying thing about an absolute, unwavering silence isn't that it hides your next strategic move; it is that it acts as a perfect, unyielding mirror, forcing your enemy to stand in the quiet until the screaming inside their own paranoid mind drives them to tear off their own mask.

I told you to come out so you could listen to her for yourself. Yeah, I heard her and I didn’t say anything against her. You aren’t saying anything at all, though. When you're silent, that's when you’re thinking. So, what are you thinking? The mindlink goes quiet for a while, and I squirm on the bed, waiting for his response.

How can they question it when it is their desire all this time? The banging, cracking, and clashing sounds all filled the world altogether this whole time. This is a strange one and is numb all ears in a single hum. This hum is the strange one of its kind, and is the loudest yet not, as if it's within the mind of everyone!

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Quiet is not the same as peace. Maya knows this because the base is quiet in at least twelve different unhealthy ways. There is the quiet of people pretending not to talk about her. The quiet of people very much talking about her behind water tanks, curtain walls, laundry lines, and one suspiciously philosophical stack of bean crates. And then there is the quiet Eli Carrasco carries with him. That one is different. That one does not push. Which is, frankly, rude.

The freedom didn't come from hurting them it came from the quiet that followed. Stephen nodded, his thumb moving slowly against my palm. "The quiet can be scary if you're not ready for it " he said. "Most people fill it with noise with deals and more cars and more scandals. Because they're afraid of what they'll hear when it stops.". I was listening, really listening, for the first time in a long time.

He blushed as he was congratulated. One spectator from afar didn't like any of it. "Fast. Ingenious. Tsk. But he's still deaf. He's useless."

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

It is quite an abandoned place, and the only voice that is visible was the professors. "Answer the working sheet, then we will discuss the concept." An inevitable nothing hops in the four corners of the room. A deafening silence; Silence is emptiness; broken by sounds that break it like glass. The lack of life, the deafness of breaking with choppy breaths, and the beating of a human heart, silence is noise, but very different from what we are used to. It's the deafening absence of noise. This noise; the loudest noise one can hear as they are not other noises competing to disperse what is perceived as silence. True silence, they say, is gold. And although this may be true; Silence is lonely t

“Yeah.” Vinny stepped closer, his eyes scanning the same feed I was watching, his expression neutral but focused, taking in the details the way he always did. “He's quieter,” he said after a moment. “That's not the problem,” I replied. Because quiet wasn't unusual, quiet could be managed, quiet could be broken. This? This was something else. “He's thinking,” I added. Vinny's gaze flickered toward me briefly, something sharper behind it now. “That's a problem?”