[The modern age] knows nothing about isolation and nothing about silence. In our quietest and loneliest hour the automatic ice-maker in the refrigerator will cluck and drop an ice cube, the automatic dishwasher will sigh through its changes, a plane will drone over, the nearest freeway will vibrate the air. Red and white lights will pass in the sky, lights will shine along highways and glance off windows. There is always a radio that can be turned to some all-night station, or a television set to turn artificial moonlight into the flickering images of the late show. We can put on a turntable whatever consolation we most respond to, Mozart or Copland or the Grateful Dead.
Wallace StegnerMots clés peace silence technology loneliness darkness isolation stillness modern-society noise shallowness
Q: Why do I love thee, O Night?
A: Because you know I will never answer.
Mots clés love questions peace silence communication night introspection quiet mystery answers question answer lovers aloneness communion enigma
Sure thing, Gumdrop.
Becca FitzpatrickMots clés silence scott gumdrop sure-thing-gumdrop
A moderate silence ensued. A neutral-to-slightly-positive silence. True, silence is still silence, except when you think about it too much.
Haruki MurakamiMots clés silence
I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel.
Becca FitzpatrickMots clés silence becca-fitzpatrick patch-cipriano jev
Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.
Becca FitzpatrickMots clés silence patch-cipriano jev becca-fitzpatric
We don't have to go back to my place, Angel. I can take you home, if that's what you want. Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross line drawn down the middle, I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it.
Becca FitzpatrickMots clés silence becca-fitzpatrick patch-cipriano
Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.
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Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.”
“Dorian who?”
I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.”
“Sure thing, Gumdrop.”
I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.
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There’s an organic grocery store just off the highway exit. I can’t remember the last time I went shopping for food.” A smile glittered in his eyes. “I might have gone overboard.”
I walked into the kitchen, with gleaming stainless-steel appliances, black granite countertops, and walnut cabinetry. Very masculine, very sleek. I went for the fridge first. Water bottles, spinach and arugula, mushrooms, gingerroot, Gorgonzola and feta cheeses, natural peanut butter, and milk on one side. Hot dogs, cold cuts, Coke, chocolate pudding cups, and canned whipped cream on the other. I tried to picture Patch pushing a shopping cart down the aisle, tossing in food as it pleased him. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.
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