Remain Silent And Be Thought A Fool Quote Novels & Stories

"Why do you say that?" "Well, first of all, I'm not..." his eyes reflexive fell shut at his incoming lie. "I'm not like that, but more importantly, I would know if that's true. Kyle is anything but nice to me, you don't call someone you like stupid. That's just absurd." He pouted, still unable to move on from being called, stupid. "This..." Dorry pointed with a look that said she had given up. "This is exactly what I was talking about. You're only smart when it doesn't involve you."

I only but shake my head at these two idiots in front of me, "I really hate to be the one to say that I told you so. Unless it was your plan from the start. Who wants two loose mouths out there running around?" Then she knocks me with the biggest one of all, "If I did not love you so much, I would have wasted you too." Now, this has just rendered me quiet; I am starting to think what my chances are in getting out of here alive. She is obviously completely insane. But I believe that you should not waste my words on people that deserve my silence. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all. But the question is, do I waste what could be my final breathe to continue arguing

"That's it? Your computer is broken so you decided to call it quits." "No point in fighting an already lost battle," Silent answers with crossed arms. I roll my eyes at the big dumb moron. "Hey," I say, pointing a stern finger at the moron. "Now listen to me. Just because it seems like a lost battle doesn't mean it is." Silent slaps my finger away.

You know they insulted the stuttering waiter, but you chose to say it was none of your business. You know she was hurt, but you sided with them to avoid confrontation and humiliation. You will know more when you witness the melancholia . But sometimes you choose to remain silent and do nothing. We are intrigued, offended and disrupted. Persuading our minds to speak out through these media of mediocrity. But cowards in the outside world. You feel as if you need to stand up and say something. You tap or type these devouring words to destroy, yet defend the defenseless.

The silence in that room was high. They say "SILENCE GIVES CONCERN, SPEECH IS SILVER BUT SILENCE IS GOLDEN". "Liam!!! Your mom is talking to you. Have you gone deaf? Huh "? He was totally confused, high, scared, embarrassed and totally panicking, but then he got a call, picked up. "YOU DUMMY! STOP AFFRIGHTING LIKE FUCKING SQULLER... JUST PLAY IT COOL AND DON'T BE APOLOGETIC! YOU MESS IT UP YOU CLEAN IT WITH YOUR FUCKING BUTT"!

I'm not even proud of them. Only fools are proud of their fellow fool. I'm not sorry for my harsh words. They don't deserve my praises, after all. I'll give an example of how stupid they are. Imagine a scene where all of your opponents have their own weapons but you just attacked with your bare hands without even thinking of a plan on how to fight them without anything but yourself. That's quite foolish, isn't it? Now tell me, should I be proud of them or should I just be disgusted?

I should have just played along with his claim while I’d confined in my mind that a warrior wouldn’t have cooked such a delicacy in any way. Foolish you, Elena! I cursed. Well, I’d be glad only if I could yell the word out loud for him to hear how terrible I feel right now for being so clueless not to have thought of the impact my word would make. And of course, the atmosphere was still as if it were frozen. The dark humour and gloominess revolving around the silence somewhat cringed, and my guilt could easily be depicted from the way I had my brow so low, staring right down at my knee. Perhaps he even noticed?

Not for him to know he wasn’t alone. But for us to have a chance. Because love, I’ve come to realize, isn’t a weakness. But silence? Silence is cowardice. And I’ve been a coward long enough.

I speak my mind. And he stares, and stares, as he mulls over my words. I don’t know what he is thinking. I am trying to see if I can read what he is thinking about my words, but I cannot read anything from his eyes or how his thoughts are gently rubbing the back of my hand. I suppose he does not know what he is doing with his thumbs. I have also heard that it is always wise to speak your mind and try to offer help and guidance where you can, but I wasn’t told that that choice will not always be accepted by the intended audience. And I think that that is my case right now. Why the hell is he so quiet? Did I speak nonsense? Am I poking my nose where I am not needed? “What?” I ask.