Novel & Cerita Quotes On The Silent Treatment

Abby had so many questions to ask, but it was as though Eugene had turned into mute. He refused to answer any of her questions and from the current looks of it, it seemed that the other party was planning to give her a silent treatment. It was clear that Eugene had no intention of talking to her at all. It seemed that the other party was still mad because of what she did the past day. "Are you still mad at me because of what happened? Come on, Eugene. Don't be so hard on me. I am very sorry, okay? I promise I won't do it again. I will not make you feel worried about me ever again. If I---"

“ She pleaded but still no reply. The silent treatment was killing her slowly. She couldn't take it anymore. She thought she'd forget he was even in the house but it was harder than she thought. Was this how love felt? " Mason, please talk to me. I can't take it anymore. “ She said sobbing lightly." Please... “ She cried as she slumped on the floor. " I beg you. Stop the silent treatment. I can't take it. “ She sobbed a little louder. An idea struck her and she quickly ran to her room. Immediately she left, Mason opened the door and came out. He didn't intentionally ignore her, he was just angry at himself and her foolishness.

Without uttering any word, he got up and went straight to the bed to lie down. "You haven't eaten dinner yet." Stella summons the courage to remind him. Instead of replying, he ignored her and kept mute. "God help me, I don't want this silent treatment he's giving me." She thought silently. "Richard, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me that made me commit such abominable sin..." she pleaded as she knelt beside the bed close to him. He remained silent, without opening his eyes. "Babe, I'm sorry, please stop this silent treatment, it's killing me, I can't withstand it.

When cameras asked intrusive questions, he answered simply. “I’m here because I admire her.” No drama. No defense. Just truth. One evening, after a particularly triumphant product unveiling, they returned home exhausted but exhilarated. Mia kicked off her heels, laughter bubbling unexpectedly from her chest. “I think I finally understand something,” she said, turning toward him. “What’s that?” “Silence can be power.” He smiled. “Especially when it’s chosen.” She walked toward him slowly, sliding her arms around his neck.

“I don’t know if any of this matters.” That doubt— It creeps in slowly. Like water through cracks you didn’t notice at first. At the beginning, it was easy. Talk to him. Believe he’ll wake up. Wait. Now— Now every day feels longer. Less certain. “You’re really committing to this whole silent treatment thing,” I mutter, trying to keep it light. “It’s not funny anymore.” Nothing. Not even a twitch this time. My fingers curl slightly against his hand. “I told you something important,” I say, voice softening again. “You don’t even get to react. That’s unfair.”

I know it has something to do with what happened earlier today but I wish we could talk about it. We had dinner in silence which was killing me. I tried talking to her severally but the only response i ended up getting was a nod. I was tired of the silence so I stopped her right at the front of our restroom after she came out. "We need to talk," I said with a pleading look. She stared at me for a good while before speaking. "About what?" She responded. "I know you're mad at me, but can you please not give me the silent treatment?"

Althea asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Silence," Mrs. Ruiz replied, her tone resolute. "Your silence is the most powerful weapon you have in this situation." Althea looked at her mother, her brow furrowed. "But how can I just stay silent, when they've done all of this?" she asked, her voice full of confusion and doubt. "Because a silent woman is a deadly woman," Mrs. Ruiz said. "Silence is golden, as they say," Mrs. Sobrerano said, a knowing look in her eyes. "A well-timed silence can say more than any words ever could."

He implied that I wasn't mature, and now, I am going to prove it by giving him the silent treatment. I was going to ignore him like he wasn't around me. Yes. That is what I am going to do. He turned, about to pace, when his eyes landed on me, and he held my gaze. I removed my eyes from him and looked at the ground. I heard him end the call with the person he was talking with and walk over to me. “How was the examination? Are you alright?” He asked, and I opened my mouth to reply when I remembered that I was giving him the silent treatment and I closed it back.

She was back and more furious than ever. “Enough.” I stood up as I looked at her. “Excuse me?” “Whatever this Is.” She waved between us. “Enough.” “I don't know what you mean.” “Like hell you don't.” “Sophia.” “No. You don't get to Sophia me.” Despite everything, I almost smiled. Almost. “You're being an asshole. If you're angry with me, say it. If I did something wrong, just say it. Stop with the silent treatment.”

“No more war, please.” Something dark flickered across his face before he nodded once. Silence settled between us again. “Vivian still hasn’t called back,” I whispered. “That’s a good thing.” “Or it means she already got what she wanted.” Silas leaned forward, resting his forearms against his knees. “You need to stop treating every silence like a death sentence.” It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t trapped inside my head. Every second felt like waiting for a bomb to explode.