Quotes On The Silent Treatment Novels & Stories

He whispered into my ears, causing shivers to run down my spine. I swallowed, not giving him a response, because I knew that every reckless thing he did wasn’t for me. It was for himself. To satisfy his curiosity, ego, and what not. “Please just say something. I hate this silent treatment.” He pressed on. “Just as much as I hate you.” I retorted.

“What is it? Something bothering you?” Silent… “Did he do something to you?” Zia enquires. Silent… “The silent treatment does not work on us; it works only on Luciano. We have ways to make sure we make you speak.” Keirah is reminded of when she tried not to talk to them. On the first day, Zia invited her to the kitchen. She tried using the silent treatment to punish them. But the two were worse. They ignored her until hunger hit her hard, and she had to talk to them to plead with them for food. “I am so sorry for the silent treatment.”

"You're different. Both of you. Last week's silence was tactical. This week's silence is something I don't have a word for yet." "Work on finding one," Damien said. "Quietly." "I don't do things quietly. You know this." Quill pointed his fork between us. "Something happened. In the not-addressing-it sense that he specialises in." I kept my eyes on my plate. Then Damien said, with no particular tone and no particular aim: "The not-addressing-it system has an excellent track record." The corner of my mouth moved before I could prevent it. Not a laugh. The beginning of one. The involuntary pull of a face that had forgotten for one second that it was supposed to be holding neutral. I caught it —

The silence was beginning to eat at me even though I tried my hardest to hold my ground. “What’s the silent treatment for?” I asked, shutting my eyes at the dumb question. I was the one who made it clear I wanted her to stay away from me, but here I was sounding like a loving mate who wanted to reconcile with his wife after an argument. Athena still didn’t say anything to me which further annoyed me. How dare she ignore me? I choose when I want to have a conversation with her and when I choose not to, not the other way around.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and placed my giddy head on his chest to stop the spinning. "You are angry but don't forget that I am the one who isn't talking to you." I reminded him. Yes, it's been a week since our little date night and I've been giving him the silent treatment. "You know you are a shitty drinker and I have said numerous times, don't drink when I'm not with you but you don't listen to me, ever. My lips curled downwards at his outburst but I chose to not respond. "If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it...If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it" I kept humming, the song is stuck in my head and I can't help it

His cold voice ringing deeply inside my head, as soon as he yelled out to me, not only did I watch as he awfully broke the eye lock and shifted his gaze away from my face to nothing in particular, but also did he made sure his action told me just how much he was done speaking to me. Just how he was willing to give me the taste of my own poison, shifting his gaze away from my side, at last done and not wanting to speak to me anymore, even though I kept on standing with tears flowing down my eyes and my heavy heart, he ignored every word I cried out to him and gave me the most cruelest treatment of them all: The silent treatment The silent treatment that made my heart bleed, the silent treatme

Whenever he walked into the room, she found something to do just so she wouldn’t have to speak to him. Today, they were alone in the office again, just as recently, she neither talked to him nor smiled back at him.. He stood up, walked to her desk, and finally said what he’d been holding in. “You could just tell me what I did wrong,” he said, with a pleading voice. “If I’ve offended you, I’ll apologize. But Isa, this silent treatment is killing me.” She didn’t meet his eyes. “You’ve done nothing,” she replied quickly. “I just want to be alone. Is that too much to ask?”

She would’ve said something to me. But she didn’t. I dropped my hand slowly and took a small step back, staring at the door for some seconds. Why is she giving me silent treatment? Why does her silence feel like punishment? And why does it hurt this damn much?

"Shut up, moron." "Make me." He challenged. "What weapon?" Justin tried to intrude so they wouldn't start fighting again. And he was very interested in what I could do to keep Em safe. "Her so-called silent treatment." Em sighed. He looked at Fi, who was smirking. He was aware of what she was contemplating. She used that on him once, and it very well worked. And he would definitely agree that Fi's silence is scary. If Fi chose to ignore him again, it would kill him inside.

She is angry. I wanted her to talk to me, get angry at me, say the words, cuss me—do anything other than staying silent. I've hurted her in many ways that I can count yet I want her to be myself alone. I take responsibility for being a selfish dude. I love her so much that I couldn't act properly around her. The silent treatment is really killing me. I switched on the radio, Laura Hudson's voice came on. I'm not a fan, but I'll put the background noise to some use. On a normal day, Genie and I would have argued which music would be on and most of the time, it's always a song of her choice.