Fixed Quote by Haruki Murakami

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There was a time when the music fell silent. Both within me and around me.

— Agnetha Faltskog

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of…

— Diana Gabaldon

The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that…

— J. Lynn

We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a…

— Haruki Murakami

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of…

— James Joyce

I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm—because of my body; my body, I saw with…

— Jean-Paul Sartre

Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.

— Patricia Briggs

Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun…

— Patrick Rothfuss

The sound of wind had become, for me, silence. When it went away, I was left with the squeak of the blood in my…

— David Foster Wallace

Now all the mute objects of my life seem to tell my story, to stretch back in time, if I look closely enough.

— Jeffrey Eugenides

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

— J. Lynn