Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.
Tag: silence

It was not a silence, just a quiet, the indrawn breath that comes before the shout.
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
Il faut longtemps avoir parlé ensemble pour savoir si l’on est du même silence.
Frédéric Rossif (via embrouilla-mini)
It is necessary to have spoken together a long time to know if you are of the same silence.
Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.
And in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive.
No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.
