Quotes On My Silence 소설 & 이야기

He was just… there. Offering conversation when I was alone, handing me a bottle of water after my practices, making little comments that made me think—too much. “You deserve to be proud of yourself, Audrey.” “It’s funny how people want to keep their treasures locked away, don’t you think?” “Sometimes, a person’s silence speaks louder than any words ever could.” It was never about Michell directly. And yet, it was. And if I was being honest, a part of me wanted Michell to notice. To say something. To prove me wrong.

I turned the phone off completely. I leaned against the railing, closing my eyes. The cool wind brushed against my skin, carrying the faint scent of the river. I thought of Grandma. Of Mom. Of every moment I’d been silent while people hurt me. And I realized something. They could laugh at me. They could humiliate me. But they couldn’t break me—not unless I let them. Silence wasn’t weakness. It was control. It was the power to choose when to speak—and how loud that voice would be when I finally did.

‎(Damon’s POV‍) ‎ ‎I’d learn‍e‌d a long time ago that sile‍nce was more‌ powerful‍ than words. ‎But tha⁠t night — after the gala, after the flashing lights, after her — silence felt like a blade c‍utting through the a‌ir. ‎ ‎The photo was everywh‍ere‌ by morning. ‎Every busine‌ss⁠ column, every gossip site, every investo‌r update.

POV: Lucian Voss There’s something I’ve always respected more than loud voices or angry words. Silence. Not the kind you get when the power goes out or when a room empties suddenly. I mean real silence—the kind that settles deep into your bones and makes every breath feel louder than it should. The kind of silence that doesn’t beg for attention… it demands it. It walks into a room and takes control without saying a single word. That’s the kind of silence I stood in now.

More than anything, I want the presence of Matthew, right beside me. Okay Martha, don’t go on thinking about such a petty issue. A person could be silent for whatsoever reason. In fact, everyone should remain silent for a few hours in a day, except when he is sleeping. This gives us time for introspection, like it worked out for me. I am just in love with the company of my own self. Wait, what if they too are speaking to themselves? Girl, it doesn’t matter if they are speaking to themselves or not but you surely are talking too much with your own self.

I can't do that. "Kabhi kabhi khamoshi hi bohot kuch keh jati hai. (Sometimes, silence speaks more than words.) I said. He looked at me with a startled face. Shit! Ew! I can't believe I said such a tacky line. He must be feeling so awkward. Oh God! Help! He chuckled softly. Yep! his making fun of me of course! 'Rahina! you are hopeless!' "I didn't knew you're such a romantic. Ek aur baat pata chal gayi aap k baare mei.

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"

How awful. I have recorded the way back, we passed block after block without saying anything at all. He no longer walks behind my back, our steps are synchronized, we go side by side, walking together. I think I heard him humming a song and it reminded me of some doubt. “Do you like silence?” I ask, ready to kill that doubt. I don't give him my gaze, but I feel myself carrying the heaviness of his. “I love silence.” “How can you love silence and listen to heavy metal?”

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."

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