Novel & Cerita Quotes On Silence And Pain

At sa huling entry ng araw na ‘yon, sinulat ko: > Maybe this is what it means to love someone in silence — when the world keeps you apart, but your souls remember each other anyway. That night, bago ko patayin ang ilaw, humaplos ang malamig na hangin sa mukha ko. Naramdaman kong parang may pamilyar na presensiya sa paligid. Hindi nakakatakot. Hindi malungkot. Parang yakap na hindi kailangan ng katawan. “Goodnight, Luther,” bulong ko. At sa unang pagkakataon, hindi na masakit banggitin ang pangalan niya.

Nawala lahat sa utak ko. Marahas akong napalunok para matanggal ang nararamdaman bara sa aking lalamunan. The silence between is is so painful. Parang may karayom na tumutusok sa dibdib ko. Literal kong nararamdaman ang paninikip ng dibdib ko.

Paalala niya sakin pero natatawang na iling na lang ako. "How long am I going to be silent? Since he traded me for that woman, I've remained silent for years! That I accepted, but you know what's not acceptable? To lose my son in my whole damn existence, I'll never be quiet until I make them know what it's like to lose their own child for the rest of their lives!" Malamig kong sambit at kasabay ng pag tulo ng luha sa kabilang mata ko "I understand, I feel your pain, because that's how much I love you, but please for this once listen to me and let them be." Mahinang pagmamakaawa niya sakin pero deritsong tiningnan ko siya sa kanyang mga mata.

Kitang kita ko iyon at para akong sinasaksak nang paulit-ulit dahil doon. But he didn't say a thing. His silence made me understand his sorrow and grief. His silence made me understand his anger and agony. His silence made me understand his pain. I smiled bitterly, trying to strengthen myself in front of him kahit pakiramdam ko ay unti-unti rin akong natutunaw.

“I don't know what I can do to you if you still stay here,” “Tapos na ang fireworks.” He brushed his hair out of frustrations. “You don't understand, it's not just the noise—the silence.” Sinalubong niya ang mga titig ko. “The silence after the noise is the hardest to bear. Ang katahimikan pagkatapos ng mga ingay na iyon ang mas lalong nagpapabaliw sa akin, Bettina.”

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.

“Not when we’re both not ok. Not when every word we say hurts more than it helps.” “Rosie—” “Please,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Let me breathe.” A moment of silence. Painful silence. That kind of silence that feels like something’s been shattered between you. Kuya swallowed hard. Kita ko kung paano lumambot ang mata niya sandali… pero agad din itong napalitan ng isang bagay na mas masakit: Pride. “Fine,” he said quietly. Too quietly. “Kung ’yan ang gusto mo.”

--- --- "Afraid?" Mahina kong ulit. --- Tumango siya. --- "I wanted a world where you would never suffer." --- --- Napapikit ako. --- Dahil naiintindihan ko. --- Pero hindi ibig sabihin na tama. --- --- "Pero Daddy..." --- Nanginginig ang boses ko. --- "A world without suffering isn't a world without pain." --- Huminga ako. --- "Sometimes suffering teaches people how to care."

pang-aasar pa nito. "Wag ka ngang pikon d'yan, dalawa lang tayo rito, oh. Kaya walang makakarinig sa 'yo," dagdag pa nito. "Hindi ko maiwan, eh. Ganito ba talaga kapag nagseselos? Basta naiinis ako kapag magkasama silang dalawa, tapos parang masakit sa dito." Sabay turo sa dibdib niya.

Nag kibit balikat nalang ako at nginisian sya. She walked tiredly towards me. "You are so annoying!" She rolled her eyes, sabay abot sa akin ng ice coffee. "Ice coffee pa ba to or hot coffee?" Pa biro kong saad sa kanya. Hindi na kasi malamig, and I think na lusaw na din yung ice. Ang tagal ba naman nyang naka squat para lang maki pag picture.