Quotes about Silence
Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.
- Cormac McCarthy
The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.
- Cormac McCarthy
In the beginning always was nothing. The novae exploding silently. In total darkness. The stars, the passing comets. Everything at best of alleged being. Black fires. Like the fires of hell. Silence. Nothingness. Night. Black Suns herding the planets through a universe where the concept of space was meaningless for want of any end to it. For want of any concept to stand it against.
- Cormac McCarthy
The snow whispered down in the stillness and the sparks rose and dimmed and died in the eternal blackness.
- Cormac McCarthy
When it stops, you'll know you've heard it all your life.
- Cormac McCarthy
Tolling in the silence the minutes of the earth and the hours and the days of it and the years without cease.
- Cormac McCarthy
He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
- Cormac McCarthy
Blood was a condition of their lives and none asked what had befallen him or why.
- Cormac McCarthy
The lights of the city hovered in a nimbus and again stood fractured in the black river, isinglass image, tangled broken shapes splash of lights along the bridgewalk following the elliptic and receding rows of the pole lamps across to meet them. The rhythmic arc of the wipers on the glass lulled him and he coasted out onto the bridge, into the city shrouded in rain and silence, the cars passing him slowly, their headlamps wan, watery lights in sorrowful progression.
- Cormac McCarthy
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
- DH Lawrence
Nobody knocks here, and the unexpected sounds ominous.
- DH Lawrence
Since that time the boy used to look at the man every time he came through, with the same curious criticism, glancing away before he met the smith's eye. It made Dawes furious. They hated each other in silence.
- DH Lawrence