Quotes On My Silence Novels & Stories

My throat has clogged up. I don’t know what to say to comfort her. Her lips don’t even attempt a smile when she sees me. I say nothing, allowing the silence lengthen until we get in the car. Her words flow like a river once we are inside. “They gave me a pill, it was so small and white.” “I thought you hated pills,” I say. “Not as much as I’d have hated myself if I didn’t take it,” her voice rises as we drive farther away from the clinic, her driver sneaking peeks at the two of us as if we wouldn’t notice.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

Just silence. And somehow, that silence said everything.

I was okay with it, and I shut my eyes to receive its true essence. Having some sense of relief, I opened my eyes. Flicking them to see Luigi smiling. His side profile to me. "What's funny?" He turned, still wearing a smile. "Nothing. Just proud of myself for keeping you at ease. Being a psychotherapist isn't a castle in the air." Yeah, right. He could glory in his delusions. I'd let him. "Sometimes, silence is the most effective way to communicate. It does speak louder than words." He inclined his form to me, propping his hand on his lap. "You can't go on like this. Suffering alone and shutting everyone out. It's got to stop."

He went quiet again, but the silence had changed — looser now, less guarded, less like conversation and more like something we had wandered into by accident. I stared up at the ceiling and said, before I could decide against it, “You take silence personally.” Daniel was quiet long enough that I thought he might ignore it. Then, flat and unadorned, “People usually go quiet before they leave.” That was all. Simple, precise, enough. I turned it over carefully and left it where it was, because there was history in that sentence, something old enough to be instinct now, sitting just beneath the surface, something he had not offered and I was not foolish enough to tug at in the dark. So I let it b

The moon hung low, swollen and bright, like it was listening in. He leaned against the railing again, same posture as earlier, except now the anger had cooled into something sharper. Disappointment, maybe. Or worry. That one always cut deeper. “Funny thing about silence,” he said after a while. “People think it means control. Most times, it just means you’re scared to say the wrong thing.” I let out a breath through my nose. “You always this philosophical at night, or am I special?” He huffed. “Congratulations. You bring out my inner elder.”

Back in my office I closed the door behind me and exhaled slowly. I hadn’t spoken a single word to them, but that didn’t mean I was weak. No silence was power. And mine was growing louder every day. Let them smirk. Let them mock. Let them place their hope in Logan's silence. Because either way, I was not done. Not by a long shot.

“That's not who I am. It can't be true. I know I'm yet to understand all the things I'm saying, but your view of me is wrong.” “I'm telling you the truth.” His tiny finger briefly brushed my wrist. I sensed desperation, like he was clinging wholly to me. “When you're here, I can finally breathe well. When you utter words, even silence hears you. Don't allow me to be drowned in it again.” “Silence.” I whispered, rather than commanding as I intended. That minute, the Beta's warning came ringing again in my head. ‘The silence isn't his burden to bear alone, it's also yours.’

The silence was oppressive enough to make the whir of the recording machines sound loud. Luke continued, speaking slowly but firmly. I don't say that silence is a failure in and of itself, or that if you're not ready to talk, then you're failing. I say the silence they require of you—the one you learned to keep—that's what takes from you. The shame isn't yours, but the silence lets them get away with it. Survival is messy, it's complicated, it's sometimes grotesque. But it isn't shameful. You made it through.". And if you’re still here, you’ve already done the hardest part.” Rita swallowed hard, blinking quickly. “I think that’s going to stick with a lot of people.”

Timing was everything. And nothing made a story trend faster than tears. Amara was halfway through her speech when the lights flickered. It wasn’t unusual power dips were normal but the timing was cruelly poetic. Her hand tightened on the microphone. “I once thought silence was peace,” she said, voice steady, “but silence can also be fear. Tonight, these pieces are my noise my defiance against being rewritten.” Applause rippled softly. But behind the claps, someone’s phone beeped then another, then a third.