Remain Silent And Be Thought A Fool Quote 소설 & 이야기

The host walked briskly towards me to address the audience again, his voice laced with envy and resentment. “Okay, I think there is a switch here. Mr Adrian would rather prefer his wife, his queen, to speak on his behalf just like mine did.” “Queen indeed,” I whispered in fury. “Do you think you can do this ma'am?” He asked his tone carrying mockery. I maintained a steady face and took the microphone from him without satisfying him with the reply he needed. It is said that the best answer for a fool is silence. He walked away quietly leaving me alone to fight my battle. I heaved a deep sigh and tried my best to summon up all the courage in the world within my reach.

Amirah Whoever said that silence is inactive, has no knowledge of its power. It is only when one is silent that one can have time to calculate things. Even in arguments, the one who is the loudest is the most irrational. This is what I just have done now. I assured my little human of my presence then went on to keep silent, making sure she knows that I am still here for her. She also falls into deep contemplative silence and looks at how much good it has done. She has time to reflect on everything. She has even decided to accept her role in all this.

“When I first came to this school, I thought being quiet made me invisible. I believed that if I stayed out of trouble, maybe people would leave me alone. But life doesn’t work that way. Sometimes silence becomes the very thing people use to hurt you.” I let my eyes drift to where Mandy sat, her lips tightening. “I’ve learned that people will mock you for things they don’t understand. They’ll hate you for the light they can’t dim. But it’s not what they say that defines you—it’s how you respond when they try to break you.” The air in the hall grew heavy. The whispers stopped.

"Why am I a fool?" She shook her head, swiped the back of her hand across her eyes, and turned away from me. "No, you are not a fool, just speaking like one." She dashed her hands across her face and sniffed loudly. "I'm sorry for breaking down in tears. I'm just tired." I gave her a long look and then asked again, "Tell me, Bella. Why am I a fool? No, I mean how did I speak like a fool?"

And I was sitting here, in the middle of a room I'd destroyed, threatening a woman's life for suggesting harm to a girl I had chosen to reject. I laughed. It was a broken, hollow sound that died quickly in the silence. "Fool," I said aloud. "You absolute, complete, utter fool." I leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling and tried very hard not to think about anything at all.

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 with this girl, or do I keep quiet and hope that for some reason, Trinity will walk through that door.

Seemed today was a day of many first. I quickly recovered as I racked my brain, my response rolled off my tongue, the entire table listening intently as I spoke although I couldn’t remember what I said. There was a complete silence for a few seconds. Oh my God! I just made a fool of myself, I silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me. However, murmurs of approval went up around the table. A female spoke up. “Mr. Whitmore, she’s even more intelligent than you led us to believe.”

I replied, trying to console him. "And what's wrong with that?" he asked, still not turning to face me. "Well, how do I say this?" I taped my chin, hoping to find the proper words to explain to him. "Let's say that your figure of speech is way too sophisticated and creative. It makes us mortals difficult to understand. And so, to avoid misunderstanding, silence is the best measure." "Really?" he turned back, and our gazes met. I must have succeeded in adding flattery to my words because it seemed to make his sulk less severe, given the untying frown on his forehead.

I can't do that. "Kabhi kabhi khamoshi hi bohot kuch keh jati hai. (Sometimes, silence speaks more than words.) I said. He looked at me with a startled face. Shit! Ew! I can't believe I said such a tacky line. He must be feeling so awkward. Oh God! Help! He chuckled softly. Yep! his making fun of me of course! 'Rahina! you are hopeless!' "I didn't knew you're such a romantic. Ek aur baat pata chal gayi aap k baare mei.

“You really are a fool if you do.” “I don’t believe,” I said, giving him a cold smile. “I fucking know. Now, unless you want me to prove it, I suggest that you show yourself out of my way. That is, of course, if you have any value for your life. You know, it seems to me that might not, and that is a little too foolish of you…”