Quietness Quotes Novels & Stories

Napakalapit ng pagitan, pero parang milya ang distansya. “You seem comfortable with Connor,” bigla niyang sabi, hindi tumitingin sa akin. Nagulat ako. “He’s your friend.” “Hm.” Isang tunog lang. Pero may laman. “He talks too much,” dagdag niya. “Maybe he just doesn’t like silence.” At doon siya napatingin sa akin. Matagal. Mas matagal kaysa nararapat. “Silence is necessary.” “Not always,” sagot ko bago ko napigilan ang sarili ko.

“I get that. Sometimes, it’s nice to just take a step back from everything and enjoy the quiet.” They continued walking in silence for a few minutes, but it was a comfortable kind of silence. Maya didn’t feel the need to fill every moment with words. It was peaceful. The sounds of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves in the wind made it feel like they were the only two people in the world. Ash glanced over at her, his eyes soft. “I'm glad you decided to come today,” he said quietly. Maya smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Me too. This is... nice. Just... being here.”

Ilang segundo siyang tahimik bago siya muling nagsalita. “Because this is the only place where I feel… quiet.” Napakunot ang noo ko. “You?” sabi ko. “Quiet?” Bahagya siyang natawa. “Hard to believe, I know.” Napangiti ako ng konti. “But it’s true,” dugtong niya. “Dito lang ako nakakawala sa lahat.” “Sa lahat ng ano?” tanong ko. Hindi siya agad sumagot.

There was no way I would let them take him without a fight. 3:17 AM. The numbers on the digital clock glowed faint green, and then suddenly, the lights in the room flickered once, twice, then died completely, leaving us in nothing but dim shadows lit only by the pale moonlight coming through the window. The hum of the refrigerator and the aircon that I didn’t even notice was there until it stopped faded into silence, and all the small, constant background noises of living things just cut off all at once. And that quiet after everything went off… god, it was worse than any noise I had ever heard. It felt like the kind of silence that swallows everything, that makes your own breathing sound to

C. Nakangiti kong binuklat ang diyaryo patungo sa page na iyon at kaagad na bumungad ang mensahe niyang tula para sa akin. Whispers of You, My Sinta By: H. A. C. The silent halls still echo with your name, Your voice, a melody I long to hear, No warmth can chase the cold since you first came. The chapel lights flicker, but not the same, Your presence once made every shadow clear,

Na sana'y pagdating ko sa maynila ay may magandang kahahantungan ang lahat ng ito. Bumuntong hinga ako at nakaramdam ng pagod. At the end of the day, true silence is the rest of the mind. I count it certainly. Bumagal ang aking paghinga and now sleep is the most beautiful experience in life, that I want to do.

Ilang segundo ng pagtititigan, hanggang siya na ang unang umiwas. “Fine,” sabi niya, malamig ang tono. “Just remember, Dave, your silence says more than you think.” At tuloy-tuloy siyang lumabas ng opisina, walang lingon, walang paalam. Pagkasara ng pinto, saka lang ako nakahinga nang malalim. “Silence says more than you think.” Tama siya. Pero minsan, ‘yung katahimikan din ang tanging paraan para hindi mo masabi ang mga bagay na kayang sumira sa lahat.

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.

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.

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.”