Silent Crying Quotes Novels & Stories

I also hugged and cried silently, hinayaan niya lang ako hanggang sa kumalma na ako. “It’s okay to cry, Indie. Sometimes, you just have to let it all out para maging magaan ang pakiramdam mo. It’s not a sign of weakness, okay? I know that you’ve your silent battles at alam kong malalampasan mo iyon. Hindi ko na aalamin pa kung bakit gano’n kung umasta si Isabelle, basta pagkatapos no’n naisip ko na gusto kitang alagaan.”

Tumango ako at pinanood siyang maglakad palabas. At dahil nilalamon na ako ng kuryosidad, binuksan ko ang bag ko at inilabas ang maliit na card na nakasiksik sa bouquet. I may tell you to shut up or say that your voice is annoying but what I truly mean is don’t ever be silent. I like your voice. It sounds so lively and fun. Talk as much as you want. Talk about random useless things. Talk when you’re happy or even when you’re sad. I’m willing to listen to everything you will say. Whether those are rants, it doesn’t matter. Just don’t do that again. Don’t be so silent. I was worried, don't you know that?

“And you carry silence like a weapon. But sometimes, you let it slip... like when you smile after a long day. Or when you bring me coffee the exact way I like it—without waiting for me to ask twice.” Paula’s throat tightened. Stop it. Don’t fall. “Kung may sasabihin akong something that might change things…” bulong niya, “Would you listen?” Tumango si Akihiro. “Always.” Pero hindi niya nasabi. Hindi pa. Hindi doon.

The silence that greeted my cries was suffocating, each unanswered plea driving me further into a state of panic. "Please, no!" I begged, my voice echoing through the room, filled with a desperate plea for the nightmare to end. My heart pounded against my chest; each beat a thunderous reminder of the impending tragedy. "Mommy..." I called out, my voice choked with tears, reaching out to her for comfort, but all I received in return were the sound of her sobs, each one a dagger to my already shattered heart.

Tsk. Silence. Uncomfortable and deafening silence. Ang tanging naririnig ko lang ay ang tunog ng paghinga at pagbuntong-hininga niya, iyong d****b kong nagtataas-baba sa sobrang galit at maging ang lagutok ng suot kong pulang 4 inch strap stilleto habang naglalakad palabas ng library niya ang tanging maririnig. “I’m sorry. Sorry for making you remember that chapter of your life. It’s done. He is long gone. You’re the winner, Karmine. We won. We’ll be there in the party, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Wala naman kaming pansinan sa loob ng sasakyan habang bumabyahe. I'm uncomfortably sitting at my chair, dahil sa panaka-naka nitong pag sulyap saakin. Ayokong maging bastos pero wala naman kasi akong gustong itanong sa kaniya or malaman na detalye ng kaniyang buhay. So why do I have to effort in that case? "Tama nga sila, you are a silent person. Kung hindi mo ta-tapikin hindi magsasalita." wika niya.

Nanatili lamang siyang nakatayo roon at nakatitig sa lapida sa kanyang harapan at sa pangalang nakaukit doon. Kumakapit ang lamig sa kanyang mga buto, ngunit halos hindi niya ito naramdaman. What chilled her more was the silence, the kind that had followed her since the day she learned how loud emptiness could be. Dumadapo ang niyebe sa kanyang suot na coat, sa kanyang buhok, sa gilid ng libingan, at nanatili pa rin siyang nakatayo roon, hindi gumagalaw, na para bang ang pag-alis ay katumbas ng pagtalikod sa huling lugar na may mapaglalagyan pa ang kanyang pagmamahal. In her blank stare lived a thousand unspoken words—apologies, lullabies, promises that had nowhere else to land. The world co

Ang galit ay naroon pa rin, ngunit unti-unti itong humahalo sa pag-iisip. “Bibigyan ko kayo ng isang buwan,” mariing wika ng aking ama, na naging dahilan upang mapatingin kaming lahat sa kanya. “Sa loob ng panahong ito, mananatili kayong hiwalay. Walang pagkikita, walang tawagan, walang lihim na pagpapalitan ng balita, at walang pakikialam sa mga gawain ng isa’t isa. Kung pagkatapos ng isang buwan ay matatag pa rin ang inyong desisyon at walang pagbabago sa inyong damdamin—pag-uusapan natin ito nang mas malalim at tapat. Ngunit kung sa panahong ito ay mapapansin kong humihina ang inyong paninindigan, o kung may mangyaring makasama sa ating mga negosyo, wawakasan ko ito sa paraang hindi ninyo

I was drifting off… until faint, stifled sobs kept reaching my ears—soft, shaking sounds she thought I wouldn’t hear. Tumayo ako nang may pagka inis. hindi ko alam kung nananadya ba siya o nagpapansin. Hindi talaga siya pumapalya na inisin ako. “What drama is this now? Can you never just be quiet?”

Bakit sa saglit na pagtama ng mga mata namin, agad kong nakita ang lungkot at pagsisisi na nakapaloob sa kanya? Ramdam ko lahat sa isang tingin ko pa lang sa kanya. The sadness in his silence. The exhaustion in the way he held himself. "You still care for me." And the ache in his voice as he spoke. Bakit noon, hirap na hirap akong basahin sya? Bakit ngayon, hindi lang klaro sa akin, dahil ramdam na ramdan ko na. "You still have a care for me, love."