#silence

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hush-hush #love #patch-cipriano #silence #sweet

Never underestimate the powe of silence ↗

— Lolalola

#silence #life

For it wasn't the secret--the secret that wasn't a secret anyway--that led to austerity in our lives. It was the austerity that led to the secret. And what I had been marked by, probably most of all, was the austerity. It had made secrets in my life too. Or silences, anyway, that became secrets. That became lies. ↗

— Sue Miller

#lies #secrets #silences #sue-miller #while-i-was-gone

Allow yourself to flow in the silence, heal in the silence, love in the silence, regain your freedom in the silence, find your happiness, sense of self and enlightenment in the silence.” - Excerpt from Silence, in the book the Hidden Path. ↗

— Inshan Meahjohn

#god #grace #inspiration #inspirational-quotes #light

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams... ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#silence #love

I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd started. "You made a deal with Hank. You saved my life. Why would you do that for me?" "Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hush-hush #love #patch-and-nora #patch-cipriano #silence

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#doubting #doubts #effort #efforts #mankind

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours. ↗

— George Eliot

#silence #love

I must be getting back to my rooms,” Silence said and stood. Mick frowned with displeasure. “Why?” “Because of Mary Darling.” He shrugged. “One o’ the maids is watchin’ her.” “But if Mary wakes she’ll want me.” “Why?” he asked again, biting into a sweetmeat. This discussion wasn’t to his fancy, but sparring with her was. “Because,” she said slowly, looking at him as if he were lack-witted, “she’s only a baby and she loves me.” “Babies,” Mick pronounced, “are a great trouble.” She shook her head, not bothering to reply this time, and started marching to the door. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #love

A life, a history, whole patterns of existence altered, simply by doing nothing. The silent lie. The act of omission. ↗

— Aminatta Forna

#silence #love