Quotes On Quiet Person Novels & Stories

The air hung thick with tension. People leave traces when they fall apart and I like reading them. I traced the doorframe with my fingertips. The room smelled faintly of perfume and popcorn. The leftover energy clung to the air like dust. I smiled softly, small, polite. “I wasn’t lying. I really was looking for the restroom.” A pause. “Just not the one she thinks.” I whispered it with no triumph. People always underestimate quiet ones. They assume silence equals harmlessness. They forget the mind behind it.

“Alright, Jeanne. Truth.” Jeanne crossed her legs proudly, not flinching. “What’s your biggest fear?” Charlyn asked. Jeanne paused briefly, then surprisingly, her expression softened. “Silence,” she admitted quietly. Everyone blinked, staring at her in surprise. She laughed awkwardly afterward, itching her nape. “I hate quiet places,” she explained. “When things get too silent, I start overthinking.” That answer genuinely surprised me. Maybe Jeanne acted loud because she hated being left alone with her thoughts. She might be a spoiled rich brat, but she definitely had her ups and downs.

"I didn't know it was a ceiling until I came here and I put it down and realized I had been carrying it so long I had stopped noticing." "What does it feel like without it," I said. He thought about it carefully. "Like a very quiet room," he said. "When it's been loud for a long time and then it isn't." He paused. "I don't know what to do with the quiet yet." "You don't have to do anything with it," I said. "For a while, the quiet is the point." He looked at me. "You don't give advice unless it's directly useful," he said.

The freedom didn't come from hurting them it came from the quiet that followed. Stephen nodded, his thumb moving slowly against my palm. "The quiet can be scary if you're not ready for it " he said. "Most people fill it with noise with deals and more cars and more scandals. Because they're afraid of what they'll hear when it stops.". I was listening, really listening, for the first time in a long time.

The particular silence of two people who have just agreed to pretend something didn’t happen and are already failing at it. I sat down. I poured coffee. I said absolutely nothing. This was the most disciplined thing I had done in recent memory. I am a talker. Dexter will tell you that, Daisy will confirm it. I process things out loud and I have opinions about most situations and I share them with enthusiasm and without much filtering. Staying quiet in that kitchen this morning cost me something real. But I had learned a long time ago that there are moments when the most useful thing you can do for people you love is take up very little space and let them find their own way to the thing they

I grumbled. "How can you handle them? They're so quiet, no food, no drinks, surrounded by a bunch of old books and you can't talk properly." Quinn complained. "Quietness isn't necessarily a bad thing, Quinn." I drawled. "You don't have to fill every moment with some kind of sound." "What is wrong with you, woman?" they chimed again. I smacked them both in the arm and pouted. "There's nothing wrong with liking a bit of peace and quiet every now and then."

"And you think just by speaking, you’d make it unbearably loud?" Leonard didn’t answer, but his eyes said it all. "I’ve never met someone as quiet as you," Chateau muttered. "Which is why we met," Leonard said, his gaze unwavering. "What do you mean?" "You’re loud, and that becomes the noise in my silence. Isn’t that right?" Chateau furrowed her brows even more, attempting to mask her embarrassment with confusion. "Loud? Me?"

However. [“I am pathetic and I’m nothing special.”] Geoffrey stopped and looked at the speaker hanging around the light post. Just right, a song which suits perfectly for him is playing. And he couldn’t ignore every lyric. He stared at the speaker with a throbbing heart as the song continues. [“It’s sad, but who am I to say anything? Liking someone who shines If there is a standard I don’t understand, but I have nothing to say. Because I am a quiet person with glasses”]

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.

I asked hoping she won't misunderstood. "Sure" she agreed and sat next to me on my thick pink girly bedspread. "Mom...what do you think can be the reason for not hearing someone's thoughts" I asked and he face fell she looked confused. "What do you mean?" She asked with a trying to break down mys statement. "I mean there's this person...I can't hear his thoughts, and I don't know why, but when I have a kind of intimacy with the person. The thought become clearer" I said and the only thing floating on top of her mind was the word I used.