There was a terribly ghastly silence.
There was a terribly ghastly noise.
There was a terribly ghastly silence.

Once more, the silence seemed to them so profound, so ominous, that they felt as though they could inhale it together with the air. (chapter 2)

Her silence bruised the air between us.

There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.

There was only silence. It was the silence of matter caught in the act and embarrassed. There were no cells moving, and yet there were cells. I could see the shape of the land, how it lay holding silence. Its poise and its stillness were unendurable, like the ring of the silence you hear in your skull when you're little and notice you're living the ring which resumes later in life when you're sick.

Your silence was effortless and windless, like the silence of clouds or plants. All silence is the recognition of a mystery. There was much about you that seemed mysterious. A

The rest, is silence.

Secret guilt is by silence revealed.

Secret guilt by silence is betrayed.

And then there was silence, deep, awful silence, which chilled me.

Once again it was quiet, too quiet after what had happened. ("The End")

Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.

There in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had no meaning.

Then the silence. A whole generation silent