Silence Quote by Rawi Hage

“The sound of carriage wheels and horses was faint,seeming more distant than they actually were. Drops of water clung to the wool of my…

— Alyxandra Harvey

“I opened the door and stepped down onto something squishy. It was moss, velvety smooth, creating uneven hills of emerald green across the floor…

— Margot Berwin

“But are my foot­steps silent? Are they just holes with­in the sand? Or does an­oth­er hear them, follow, And find me where I am?”

— L. S. Hartfield

“I didn't hear the footsteps. Or see the shadow. Instead from where I was crouched on the ground, the green of the grass filling…

— Sarah Dessen

“You are out of the world’s chatter, its corridor echoes, its muttering. Walking: it hits you at first like an immense breathing in the…

— Frédéric Gros

“My shoes made an odd, clacking sound on the cobblestones of the courtyard, no matter how quietly I placed my feet. It was like…

— Sharon Shinn

“The white noise from the old Walkman enveloped them both; like a blanket of new snow, it draped itself over them, shutting out all…

— Antonia Michaelis

“I left the apartment without even bothering to close the door behind me. Once outside, I faced a world of buildings and faces that…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“He turned and walked across the floor and out. I watched the door close. I listened to his steps going away down the imitation…

— Raymond Chandler

“Turning on my heel, I ran back down the corridor as fast as my jellied legs would carry me. My breath came in heaving…

— Bella Forrest

“Nothing, nothing felt better than the way sand felt beneath my feet. It was both solid and shifting. Constant and ever-changing. It was summer.”

— Jenny Han

“I listened long to your story, Listened but could not hear. When you chose to walk that path so overgrown, I remained alone with…

— Anne Elisabeth Stengl