Novel & Cerita Quotes About Silence And Hurt

Looking back at my happiest memories feels like running fingers over old scars—some smooth and faded, others still raw. I once believed memories were like stars: distant, beautiful, untouchable. But I was wrong. Memories are bullets. Some just whistle past, leaving only echoes of fear. Others pierce clean through you, leaving you bleeding in silence. “Condolence, Anastasia.” “Anastasia, I’m so sorry for your loss.” “I’m sorry, truly.”

Nagtagpo ang mga mata namin sandali, at doon ko nakita na may pinipigilan siyang words, o maybe isang truth na sobrang bigat bitawan. Hindi ko alam kung ako ang unang magsasalita… o hahayaan ko siyang mauna. At doon nagsimula ang mas mabigat na silence, ‘yung uri ng katahimikan na halos marinig mo ang sariling heartbeat.

Kapag sinumpong iyon ng matinding sakit sa utak, makakalimot na naman iyon sa sinapit ni Delight. Walang ibang dapat na magdusa kung hindi si Silvana. Totoo, na kung anong ayaw ng isang tao na mangyari sa sarili ang mga masasamang balak, huwag na huwag iyong gagawin sa ibang tao dahil kahit na magsisi sa huli, wala ng magbabago pa.

She needed direction. She was unraveling. But then another voice answers: You didn’t trust her to unravel. You didn’t trust her to survive her own grief. And that— That sounds too close to the truth. My phone remains silent all day. No messages. No accusations. No emotional paragraphs. Nothing. Her silence is louder than anger. Anger means engagement. Silence means evaluation. I imagine her sitting at the dining table. Laptop open. Organizing. Cross-checking dates. Comparing signatures.

"Before I used to ignore the fact that I hate silence. I thought it was just inborn phobia. But when I grew up I realized that I hate silence because it makes me feel that I am alone. I used to believe that I am a monster while everyone is a diamond. But in the end, I discovered that I am a diamond too it just saw myself as a monster to make others shine more. And I forgot that everyone is a monster too. Humans are monsters. Monsters in their own hell. We become monsters to also fight those monsters that keep us in darkness. Anxiety, depression, pressures, other people who made us feel not enough nor sh*t, those feelings that give us suffering inside. Those reasons make our shine gone. We'

tugon ko at tinawanan siya. "Well, we have our own different perspective anyway. And revenge is a subjective matter," aniya. "Silence was never the best revenge but a fake respond to make yourself feel that you know better. Have you ever thought that all of our daily decisions and laws are somewhat religious? We couldn't kill 'cause it's forbidden by the Holy Testaments of God, but what if we could? Then that "Silence is the best revenge" was never invented. For me, silence is the best revenge choice if you don't have a choice. But, the best revenge is when you could return the pain they gave you a hundred times worse," wika ko na kaniyang pinakinggan.

But I flinched, pulling my hand away, the memory of his touch a distant echo. "You were afraid of hurting me," I said, my voice a mere tremor. "But you didn't realize that leaving was the greatest hurt you could inflict. You didn't realize that the silence, the void you left behind, was a constant reminder of your absence, a constant reminder of the love that was lost."

“At kung may natitira pang katulad niya…” Mas tumalim ang tingin niya. “Then we will find them.” Tahimik. “And we will expose them.” Walang gumalaw. Walang nagsalita. “Because silence is not protection.” Mahina. Pero mabigat. “It’s part of the problem.” Ibinaba niya ang mic. At doon… Tuluyang tumahimik ang buong lugar. Walang sumunod na tanong. Walang sumigaw.

Yung tipong kailangan mong matutong mabuhay sa tabi ng taong hindi mo maintindihan, pero gusto mo parin subukang intindihin. I’m learning to live with someone whose silence said more than words ever could. And right now, his silence was loud. Too loud.

I already learned my lesson but the scars still give me fear and doubt. I can still love but….maybe not now Because I cannot handle another pain Napabuntong hininga nalang ako at kinuha ang cellphone ko. Vinideohan ko ang pag-ulan bago nag log-in muli sa aking account at ipost ang video na kinuha ko. Hindi na ako nag-abalang maglagay ng caption, sometimes we only need silence to be understood…we do not need to explain everything and please everyone. “Galit ka pa ba?” tanong ni Clout