If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.

She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands.
'You're being very silent.'
'That's how men cry.

Now listen lads, I'm not happy with our tackling. We're hurting them but they keep getting up.

If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.

A horrid stillness first invades the ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

Hard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.