Nicole Krauss Quotes About Silence

Quotes about: Silence

• Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person's silence.

  Nicole Krauss

  Long, Silence, Needs

  Nicole Krauss (2006). “The History of Love: A Novel”, p.111, W. W. Norton & Company

• There's no match for the silence of GOD.

  Nicole Krauss

  Silence

  Nicole Krauss (2006). “The History of Love: A Novel”, p.115, W. W. Norton & Company

• He wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard [...]. How could he have forgotten what he had always known: there is no match for the silence of God.

  Nicole Krauss

  Taken, Silence, Poverty

• There were many things they simply didn't talk about: between them, silence was not so much a form of evasion as a way for solitary people to exist in a family.

  Nicole Krauss

  People, Silence, Way

• At first Babel longed for the use of just two words: Yes and No. But he knew that just to utter a single word would be to destroy the delicate fluency of silence.

  Nicole Krauss

  Two, Silence, Would Be

  Nicole Krauss (2006). “The History of Love: A Novel”, p.115, W. W. Norton & Company

• Franz Kafka is dead. He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come down! Come down!" Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. "I can't," he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. "Why?" they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. "Because then you'll stop asking for me."

  Nicole Krauss

  Stars, Night, Sky

  Nicole Krauss (2006). “The History of Love: A Novel”, p.116, W. W. Norton & Company

• To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.

  Nicole Krauss

  Sleep, Moon, Night

• We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.

  Nicole Krauss

  Moving, Two, Hands

  Nicole Krauss (2011). “Great House”, p.205, Penguin UK

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