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“There is a whisper of light
if you can hear
Louder than sound of darkness
you never fear
Numb sky鈥檚 muteness
leaves you hard of hearing
Senses wish to fly
feelings disappearing”
― Munia Khan

“To me sometimes a mute sky is more expressive than the roaring sea”
― Munia Khan

“Do not underestimate the muteness of a tree. The rustling leaves of it can sing with the rival wind that many of us cannot do.”
― Munia Khan

“Summer turns and marches away, fed up with being handled like a child. Like she鈥檚 a glass doll that might break at any minute. She hasn鈥檛 been a child since the day she was whipped into muteness. Anxiety might strangle her sometimes, but she鈥檚 not some baby needing to be coddled.”
― Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls

“Silence cannot be mispronounced, Silence cannot be misinterpreted, silence cannot be misquoted.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“People cannot escape the looming specter of a deathwatch and the imposing emptiness that comes with the termination of their existence. People resist going silently into the night. We seek to howl at the moon and make known our search for a diagrammatic overture that voices our unquantifiable existence. Terrified of squandering our existence, we each seek to break out from our muteness and strike an accord with our brothers and sisters whom share our inherent desire to reach a global consilience.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“The dictionary explained that the expression mother-soul-abandoned alone was derived from people-soul-abandoned alone and served to emotionally reinforce the adjective. A being that has been abandoned by a mother鈥檚 soul, you deduced, is one that has been abandoned by all others or even by the very soul itself and is, therefore, not only lonely but also downright damned to remaining forever expelled, with neither help nor home, speechless and therefore soulless, full of mute rage and yet filled to the brim with words that it would scream.”
― Gunther Geltinger, Moor

“Estha had always been a quiet child, so no one could pinpoint with any degree of accuracy exactly when (the year, if not the month or day) he had stopped talking. Stopped talking altogether, that is. The fact is that there wasn鈥檛 an 鈥渆xactly when.鈥� It had been a gradual winding down and closing shop. A barely noticeable quietening. As though he had simply run out of conversation and had nothing left to say. Yet Estha鈥檚 silence was never awkward. Never intrusive. Never noisy. It wasn鈥檛 an accusing, protesting silence as much as a sort of estivation, a dormancy, the psychological equivalent of what lungfish do to get themselves through the dry season, except that in Estha鈥檚 case the dry season looked as though it would last forever.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“Silence is not golden for the mute.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“It's easier for the mute person to envy in silence.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov