silent

But they did not chatter much, for the boy, when he liked a person, would as soon sit silent in his company as speak.

My silence never means I don__ have nothing to talk, but it was important who were audiences and what was the topic.

To feel free, create a fog around yourself! And how can you do this? Be silent! When you are silent, people will not notice you much! You will be invisible, you will be inside the fog!

Don't be afraid to talk because in the long run, you will be afraid that you were too silent.

When I say I love the silence, I'm not being entirely truthful. What I actually love are the abundant, delicate sounds that amplify when I'm silent. These curious creaks, mutters, and hums compel my imagination.

Stop your whining. If you are frightened, be silent. Whining is for prey. It attracts predators. And you are not prey.

I felt a warm hand touch my forehead. And then my cheek. I held my act steady though Akinli__ touch made me feel more than awake.__here in the world did you come from, you beautiful, silent girl?_ he whispered.

If you think everybody hates you, then your ignorance is beyond the limit, because there's a loving heart somewhere longing to see your face.

I meet people and they enforce me their culture and then I choose to fly away and I meet other people and these people force me their religion and I wanna fly away. I meet other people, these people are silent, we begin to sing the song of the ocean and then we fly away together ~

How can we pick and choose which parts of the Bible to follow? One thing is God__ will and another is just cultural differences? What if it__ all cultural? What if homosexuality or saving yourself for marriage is as outdated as women staying silent in church or Leviticus forbidding tattoos?

I hate him._ She repeats it louder. __ hate him!_ She shouts it at the sky, even though it__ hard to shout lying down: __! Hate! Luke! Willis!__achel asks, __ut what did he do?__allelujah can hear Jonah waiting for her answer. She knows he__ waiting because he__ stopped making fire-building noises. He__ silent. Completely.She takes a deep breath. __e told a lie about me. Actually, a lot of lies. And people believed him. The grown-ups, because he__ the preacher__ son and he__ never do something bad. And everyone our age__ecause he__ popular and you don__ question the popular guy, because if you do, you__l stop being popular yourself. Or you__l never get the chance. And because of what he said, my parents stopped trusting me. I lost friends. I was just this loser who___he breaks off. Now she__ talking to Jonah. Even though he__ behind her and she can__ see him. __t doesn__ matter what you saw that night, or what he told you happened. Luke treated me like I was nothing, and you let him do it.__onah doesn__ answer.__ut that__ not what makes me the maddest,_ Hallelujah continues, pushing up to sit. __hat makes me the maddest is that I let it happen too. I didn__ stand up for myself. And when someone did tell me to stand up for myself, I got so mad___arah. She feels the emotion of their argument wash over her, fresh.__ pushed her away. I told her she didn__ understand anything. But she was right. I became this girl who wouldn__ stand up for herself. The quiet girl. The nothing girl. I just wanted it all to stop, but from the outside, without me having to make it stop. And I wanted to get away, but I figured, hey, college will get here eventually and then I__l be away, I just have to get there, and all the while I__ miserable, and I__ letting you guys make me miserable, letting you make me think I__ supposed to be miserable, that I__ supposed to be quiet, and I__ shutting people out, people who maybe actually care, and I hate myself for it._ An abrupt stop. The train of thought hits a wall.She__ never said that before. Never thought it before. Not consciously.But she knows, deeper than she__ ever known anything, that it__ true.Hallelujah has spent six months hating herself for being weak and silent and for letting bad things happen and for not fighting.

There, in the silence that's never quite silent, I realized that, if there are at least seven thousand wants to speak, there are at least seven thousand ways to listen.

Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart,In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.

Justice DeniedThousands of women, probably moreI cannot reach them behind justice doorsMany stay silent, barred just like me.Haunted by demons, faces unseen.Still by the hundreds, they continue to serveDuty and country, active and reserve.Thankless, forgotten through America's warsScarred like their brethren, treated as foes.Volunteered to go to the shores.Died like the others, shamed to the core.Where is the dignity, long since denied? Lost in the White House of Justice DeniedWomen in service since beginning of time Often they're treated like victims in crime.Where is their voice, silence throughout the years? It's dead in the Senate and House, with their tears!