Quotes About Silence And Wisdom Novels & Stories

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?"

Just mist and stone walls. “Where are you?” I asked again. “In you”. I laughed. “Seriously? You couldn’t come up with a better answer?” Silence stretched, then the voice came back, soft but firm. “Focus on the map. Every second you waste brings you closer to failure.” “This makes no sense,” I muttered under my breath. My hands clenched on the edges of the map. “How am I supposed to unlock anything when I don’t even know what these mean?” “Wisdom is not about knowing everything,” the voice said. “It is about seeing what is already in front of you.”

The storm’s voice dimmed into a whisper once more. When the final echo faded, Ari stood weak but upright. The Echofields glowed faintly with renewed calm. The Question-being was gone. Only a faint phrase lingered in the air, written in light: “Silence is not the end of language. It is its promise.” Siran exhaled shakily. “Did we stop it?” Ari stared at the words. “No. We taught it to breathe.” Kaima smiled faintly. “Then perhaps the world’s learned something new that to speak well, one must also know how to pause.”

But I hope — maybe foolishly — that this buys me one thing: Silence. Not the kind that hides guilt. But the kind that says: “I saw myself. And I didn’t like what I saw.” Maybe that’s a beginning. Maybe that’s all I get. Maybe it’s enough.

"The whispers are always there, Kael. We just have to be still enough to hear them. We just have to quiet our minds and open our hearts. They are the voice of love, and love is always speaking." The greatest wisdom comes not from the loudest voices, but from the quietest whispers. They are the voice of love, the voice of hope, the voice of the soul. They are the gentle breeze that carries us home. The days that followed were filled with moments of stillness. Kael spent time in quiet contemplation, listening to the whispers of his heart. He would rise before dawn and sit in the garden, watching the sun paint the sky in shades of gold and pink, feeling the warmth of the new day on his face. He

“I sang while cooking. While walking. While hiding from collapsing stars.” Her voice lowered further. “Eventually he started humming back.” Something inside my chest hurt beautifully. Because healing often begins exactly there. Tiny answers to kindness repeated long enough. Seraphine stared toward the horizon thoughtfully. “The Silence despised music.” I frowned slightly. “Why?” “Because songs prove someone was heard.” The Quiet Stars brightened instantly overhead. Silver-gold lanterns drifting warmly across the sky. Seraphine smiled sadly at them. “The Silence could survive grief. Even fear.”

Do not invite difficulties, let’s say that. You work smart. Be right your way. Amen. Difficulties arise most for those who are novice, who do not know how on earth to survive. You be wise, not novice. Land all over earth, creating no noise. Smartness is silent; stupidity shouts. Remember my words: never announce anything. That’s the sound of silence that disturbs the enemy most. Do not busy yourself counting each act before the goal. Till the goal is to stay and victory is all yours. You need not pray to the “other.” Realize the self-potential. To embrace sickness and gather pity is not a part of earth’s sphere.

Althea asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Silence," Mrs. Ruiz replied, her tone resolute. "Your silence is the most powerful weapon you have in this situation." Althea looked at her mother, her brow furrowed. "But how can I just stay silent, when they've done all of this?" she asked, her voice full of confusion and doubt. "Because a silent woman is a deadly woman," Mrs. Ruiz said. "Silence is golden, as they say," Mrs. Sobrerano said, a knowing look in her eyes. "A well-timed silence can say more than any words ever could."

I thought as I listened so deep to hear his thoughts. I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall.

“Let them watch. The world belongs to those who live in it, not the ones who sit above it.” Silas of the Hollowborn appeared, unannounced, leaning casually against a tree. “I thought you might have forgotten me,” he said, voice smooth but edged with curiosity. “You’ve changed the order of everything. And somehow… you didn’t burn it all down.” “I learned from you,” Elian said softly. “Not to destroy. But to see clearly. Power without vision is useless.” Silas smiled, though faintly, as if accepting the truth. He vanished before any other words were exchanged, leaving only the quiet hum of life and possibility.