Ronald Firbank Quotes

A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.

Tatiana and the soldier were having a silence

Silence sat in the taxi, as though a stranger had got in.

There is nothing that overwhelms the senses quite like an unwelcome silence.

I called Vee. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Good. How are you?" "Good." Silence. "Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?" "Totally.

Luce blushed. "Then what kind of angel are you?" "I'm sort of in between gigs right now," Daniel said.

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.

Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?

I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.

Archer reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed.

A period of silence on your part would be welcome.

What is it about silence that makes people uneasy?

One develops an instinct for letting silence do the heavy lifting. In the three, four, five seconds that passed without either of us speaking, the many ways the conversation could go came and went like time-lapse film of flowers blooming and dying.

Silence propagates itself, and the longer talk has been suspended, the more difficult it is to find anything to say.

I believe I shall never be old enough to speak without embarrassment when I have nothing to talk about.

There is no music in a “rest” that I know of, but there's the making of music in it. And people are always missing that part of the life melody.

He could say nothing. He had no right to be there, he had already been profoundly changed, he was no good at small talk, she was half naked, it was dawn and he loved her.

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

You really do hate me, don't you? I mean, destroying someone's ice-cream cone? That's vicious." Her cheeks reddened. "I didn't see you there. Honestly." She wiped at his shirt more frantically, as if she could prevent it from staining if she rubbed hard enough. "Oh, now I see your plan, and it's far more devious than I thought." Daniel smirked. "You were looking for an excuse to grope me.

I have nothing intelligent to say.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

I was so astonished that I could think of nothing to say, but wondered irrelevantly if I was to be caught with a teapot in my hand on every dramatic occasion.

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

I'm sitting her thinking, -God, I swear I will take a vow of silence and move to a monastery and worship you for all my days if you just this once provide me with an invisibility cloak, come on, come on, please please invisibility cloak now now now-. It's very possible that Jane is thinking the same thing, I have no idea, because she's not talking either, and I can't look at her on account of how I'm blinded by embarrassment.