Quotes On The Silent Treatment Novels & Stories

''I thought you were giving me the silent treatment but you followed me here,'' She looks up to the sky; counting the stars. How am I supposed to reply that? I simply can't say a word because I wasn't giving her the silent treatment . . . I was just making sure of my feelings. Maybe one day, I'll be able to sort it out and be confident of how I'll be feeling in the future but right now, I can never be so sure.

" He said more of commanding me. I didn't reply to him nor say a word to him all through the ride since I was very angry at him and his words, so the silent treatment was the only option right now and that was exactly what he was gonna get “Seriously silent treatment how mature." He said as he pulled over at the parking spot and I opened the car door to get down "I bet am more mature than you jerk," I said sticking my tongue out at him "At least, this jerk just made you speak to him, thanks so much for the silent treatment." He said grinning while I stamped away as he chuckled behind me.

"Besides, listen to yourself." "Are you kidding me?!" She threw her arms to her sides, furrowing her brows as her eyes squinted. "How dare you be mean to me when this is our last moment together, forever?!" "I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just sayi—let me guess, you're giving me the silent treatment now?" She had scoffed and turned away, her back towards him which made him roll his eyes. "We have an assassin or whatever the fuck he is, outside our door with probably a long butcher knife and you're giving me the silent treatment?"

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

"I want to know how deep you go." His fingers stopped. "That's what she said." I blinked. "Who are you and what have you done to the Ivan Trevelyan?" Look at us, having a normal conversation. "Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?" Okay, never mind. I pretended to think for a while. "Nope, I don't think so." "Well, you do. Silence is underrated. I think what everybody needs to do is sit down in calm, peaceful silence and try to understand its concept. Not in a sad, depressing way but to just sit down and not do or think about anything. It's nice."

Daryl, Christian, they all seemed to be arseholes in this world, and I didn’t want anything to do with them. He stays by me, refusing to leave me alone, making the odd comment about the things I had been doing, and I continue to remain silent. I knew the silent treatment was starting to annoy him because he began to move around the room, low rumbles coming from his chest, and I try to ignore it. “For fucks sake Ash, speak, this silence is driving me nuts!”

He is the main suspect and that will only bring more trouble for him. He didn't say a thing as we got into the car. The ride was silent as I kept glancing at him. The silent treatment is eating me up, we finally got to the office. He ignored everyone who greeted him, including Amanda. I followed him to the office and shut the door behind me. I can't take this anymore, he has to say something. I am worried and confused. "I am sorry. Stop giving me the silent treatment and say something." I said standing in front of his desk.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

I spent the entire night getting up to learn how to cook for her. I don't know what happened to me that day—I could not control my lust. I made an effort not to hurt her by pressuring her into having sex with me, but I was unable to restrain my need. I regretted it when I saw tears in her eyes the next morning. I don't understand why she always stops talking to me when she feels hurt by my actions. She could fight with me or punch me in the face, but I don't understand why she gives me the silent treatment. Her silence is unbearable for me. Every time she stopped talking to me, I felt as though my mind had ceased functioning. Her sudden silence disrupted every aspect of my life. I attempted

It pained me to know that I had upset him. "Lucas, are you still upset?" I ventured, hoping for a response. But Lucas remained silent. "Are you really going to give me the silent treatment?" I pressed, a tinge of frustration seeping into my voice. "Because that's not very nice of you." Once again, he chose not to answer. Letting out a deep sigh, I decided to relinquish my attempts at conversation. If he needed space and time to collect his thoughts, I had to respect that. Perhaps he simply needed a moment to calm down and process his emotions.