Wallis Simpson Quotes

Now, Marlon and I - for some reason, even today - even today, we can't say two words to each other. We really can't talk to each other. You know, I say to him - Marlon can't talk. I mean, he'd talk to you. But he can't talk.

The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.

I've done the thing where I stop being communicative, and I've been on the other side where the other person isn't communicating, and I become frustrated.

Why?' - Nasuada 'You know why' - Murtagh

A thought for today: 'People change and forget to tell each other.'

Silence fell between them, as tangible as the dark tree shadows that fell across their laps and that now seemed to rest upon them as heavily as though they possessed a measurable weight of their own.

Intimacy is not trapped within words. It passes through words. It passes. The truth is that intimates leave the room. Doors close. Faces move away from the window. Time passes. Voices recede into the dark. Death finally quiets the voice. And there is no way to deny it. No way to stand in the crowd, uttering one's family language.

I think it's strange to live in a house with someone you cannot talk to-especially when that someone is your father-and the thought makes me a little sad.

I did try to come back and listen You never it..I didn't wish it But I did hear every answer ever question It's all about protection stil through the sunlight days I wait Track a ghost through the fog The sun is burning me And you come running out in the wind with me The ocean is your blanket.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

Sometimes I feel that every word spoken and every gesture made merely serve to exacerbate misunderstandings. Then what I would really like is to escape into a great silence and impose that silence on everyone else.

A lack of communication leaves fear and doubt.

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

Both could feel the relationship crumbling to pieces beneath the weight of everything that Gavin refused to say.

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.

One night I came home. I figured, let my wife come on. I'll play it cool. Let her make the first move. She went to Florida.

Instead, we just sat there, together but really apart, watching a show about a stranger and all her secrets, while keeping our own to ourselves, as always.

The death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like the wearing away of a hillside after years of too much rain. A handful of misunderstandings, a season of miscommunication, the passing of time, and where once stood two women with a dozen years of memories and tears and conversation and laughter—where once stood two women closer than sisters—now stood two strangers.

A deadness occurs in relationships when people are no longer willing to tell each other how they really feel.

Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.

There is a great deal of trouble in this world which is not caused by people keeping their mouths shut.

Liza-don't let it make any difference. It won't, will it? With us, I mean." "Of course it won't," I told her. But I was wrong. Six months of not writing-that's a difference. And so I lied to Annie. On top of everything else, I lied to Annie, too.

Our silence is deafening and deadly.

Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working