Sarah Dessen Quotes

Silence is so freaking loud

Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence.

I am overrun, infested with a menagerie of desires.

The sound of wind had become, for me, silence. When it went away, I was left with the squeak of the blood in my head and the aural glitter of all those little eardrum hairs quivering like a drunk in withdrawal.

I did not enter into silence. Silence captured me.

What was going on inside of me became louder because everything around me became quieter.

turns me on so loud it's like no sound, everybody yelling at me hands over their ears from behind a glass wall, faces working around in talk circles but no sound from the mouths. my sound soaks up all other sound.

I just wanna hear my own voice.

The silence was an intense roar.

Sometimes you think the whole world is falling, and it's only yourself that's leaning.

The outer storm ceases the moment the inner storm ends, for they are the same storm.

See for me, it’s immediate. Silence is so freaking loud.' This seemed either deep or deeply oxymoronic. I wasn’t sure which.

Loneliness is one thing, solitude another.

Both heaven and hell are within us.

Humiliation is a vast country of imprecise boundaries. If you think you're there, you are. The neurotic rule: when in doubt, go ahead and feel humiliated.

By not speaking you don't get rid of the story, you just open up a silence, which can be just as loud.

An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.

Sometimes silence can seem so loud.

All I heard was the blood rushing through my ears, and the distant rumble and crackle of the Lake of Fire. (And Khufu scratching himself and grunting, but that was nothing new.)

There's so much goop inside of us, man," he said, "and it all just wants to get out.

Awesome is loud but awe is quiet.

Anger is the noise of the soul; the unseen irritant of the heart; the relentless invader of silence.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

What other people think is more important than what we feel.