Quotes About Silent

Silent night! Holy night!All is calm, all is bright.

Und Herr von Trotta glich einem Virtuosen, in dem das Feuer erloschen, in dessen Seele es taub und leer geworden ist und dessen Finger nur noch in kalter, seit Jahren erworbener Dienstfertigkeit dank ihrem eigenen, toten Gedächtnis richtige Klänge erzeugen.

Mapleshade buried her muzzle in the soft, damp fur of her kits. "These kits are my gift to the whole of ThunderClan," she murmured. "I will thank StarClan for them every day for the rest of my life." The medicine cat touched her lightly with the tip of his tail. "And ThunderClan thanks you," he meowed. As will RiverClan, Mapleshade added silently. The feud over Sunningrocks will be forgotten when

Mapleshade buried her muzzle in the soft, damp fur of her kits. "These kits are my gift to the whole of ThunderClan," she murmured. "I will thank StarClan for them every day for the rest of my life." The medicine cat touched her lightly with the tip of his tail. "And ThunderClan thanks you," he meowed. As will RiverClan, Mapleshade added silently. The feud over Sunningrocks will be forgotten when the Clans realize that they share these perfect warriors!

I was never the kind of person who voiced my impressions or my feelings. I never told anybody what I feel. I still don't.

In Chinese, there are an impressive number of ways to describe saying nothing at all.

Meditation is a silent heart, a peaceful mind which can make life more lovable, more livable....

Through meditation one discovers one's own light. That light you can call your soul, your self, your God—whatsoever word you choose—or you can remain just silent because it has no name. It is a nameless experience, tremendously beautiful, ecstatic, utterly silent, but it gives you the taste of eternity, of timelessness, of something beyond death.

Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, And we, we were children once again.

I went to the Women's March in D.C. on January 21, and I, looking around, was thinking, Wow, something that bonds all of us is that we've been silent-screaming in our bathrooms, alone, in between sarcastic lunches.

As I listened to this exchange, suddenly I realized that the word listen was just a rearrangement of the word silent—remarkably apt.

Monstrous, unnatural, colossal, was the thing—too far beyond all the ideas of man to be believed except in the silent damnable small hours of the morning when one cannot sleep.

Awestruck at this unexpected glimpse into a past beyond the conception of the most daring anthropologist, I stood musing whilst the moon cast queer reflections on the silent channel before me.

Ninety aeons ago, before even the gods had danced upon its pointed peak, that mountain had spoken with fire and roared with the voices of the inner thunders. Now it towered all silent and sinister, bearing on the hidden side that secret titan image whereof rumour told. And there were caves in that mountain, which might be empty and alone with elder darkness, or might—if legend spoke truly—hold horrors of a form not to be surmised.

democratic government had rested as much on the silent approbation and tolerance of the indifferent and inarticulate sections of the people as on the articulate and visible institutions and organizations of the country.

Here man is no longer the center of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent life of Nature, bound by secret affinities of the trees.

He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.

But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees

In Yorkshire's Harewood chapel, frigid effigies of fifteenth-century warriors lie on their tombs like ships at anchor, bearing silent witness to the slaughter [of the War of the Roses].

Corporate America cannot afford to remain silent or passive about the downward spiral we are undergoing. It cannot turn a blind eye to how difficult the experience of life is for so many of their customers.

Everyone's screaming, I try to make a sound, But no one hears me

Love, and do what you will. If you are silent, be silent for love; or if you cry out, cry out for love. If you chastise, chastise for love; if you spare, spare for love.

Sometimes [...] real love is silent as well as blind.

Words can crush things that are unseen.