On every side was the silence, pressing upon them with atangible presence. It affected their minds as the many atmospheres ofdeep water affect the body of the diver.
And he’s right. I should. Keep my mouth shut, swallow my rage. Live to see another day.
That silence seemed to ooze out of the ground, to hang under the foliage of the blackmaple trees with the bats and shadows.
Our silence was not the vacuum that comes from having said all there is to say. Whatever conversation we had fell naturally to pieces and crumbled in bitter silence.
Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
The quiet was delightful, and the ticking clock was the most pleasant of companions.
An instant of silence, as when the conductor taps on his stand, raises his arms, before the unanswerable clamour.
Such silence and stillness and repose – immortal repose.