We still weren't talking to each other, but now the silence was growing hostile.

I asked him when his silence had grown too long.

We have to look at what silence can grow into, which is wisdom.

He did not look at the men around the fire, but the silence grew.

The silence grew, taking on a life of its own.

I let the silence grow and didn't know how to break it.

He looked around the table, but the silence that followed grew heavy.

The silence between them grew, but neither one looked away.

The silence grew as both looked away from each other.

And as the silence grew he knew there was something very wrong indeed.